The most famous and Tragicall Historie of Pelops and Hippodamia ::

The most famous and Tragicall Historie of Pelops and Hippodamia

Whereunto are adioyned sundrie pleasant deuises, Epigrams, Songes and Sonnettes. Written by Mathewe Groue

Grove, Mathew

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To the ryght Honorable, Sir Henrie Compton knight, Lord Compton of Compton hole, R. S. wisheth long life with increase of honour.

The most famous and tragicall history of Pelops and Hippodamia.

Epigrams and Sonets.

[Oh fertile soyle, thou little lande]

[When Phebus in the azure Skye]

Omnium rerum vicissitudo.

The louer being demaunded wherefore he went alwaies in black attire,

The louer hauing daunced with his Lady, in the end thereof speaketh these words.

The answere to the same.

Omne mundum positum est in malignitatem.

The restlesse estate of a Louer,

The Louer writeth to a Gentlewoman,

Here the Ladie writeth an aunswere to the letter of hir Louer, perseuering in hir stubburnesse:

The letter of a friend of a wounded Louer,

The Louer writeth once more to his friend,

The lamentation of a louer beeing refused, shewing no hellish torments to be lyke his,

The Louer hauing written manye times, almost past hope,

The louer being denied, yet singeth this song, being constant,

The Ladie by often intreatie being vanquished with loue, doth write a comfortable letter to her Louer.

The ioyfull louer hauing by earnest sute obtained her whom he loued, made this dittie following.

Tempus rerum edax.

The Louer being willed of his Ladie to attire himselfe in blacke and blewe, demaunded the reason,

The Louer writeth to his Ladie,

To him that was disappointed of his woman and louer.

The louer writeth in the praise of his Ladie

The pretie birth of a childe.

The wordes of a dame concerning her Louer,

In praise of his Ladie.

Of foure kindes of men that maie sing at didner, and other meate meales.

Of couetousnes and Lecherie together.

A perfect tricke to kill little blacke flees in ones chamber.

Each thing in his vocation.

The frailenesse of women.

To his friend of the frailenesse of dame Fortune.

The morning before the Louer went to his Ladie, made this petition to the Gods.

The foolishnes of a painter.

The grieuous complaint of him that had the hap to marie his mistresse.

The Louer by pleasant talke caused a Ladie to vnderstand how a shrew or vnhappie woman came first into the world.

Of faithfull friendship.

What daunger insueth if a man enterprise a higher place then his degree can aspire vnto.

Of parents deformed hauing a beutifull childe.

Of him that tooke a quart of wine when it was proffered by his freend, who minded to get a pottell.

To hir the Louer writeth,

Of Vnthrifts.

Of Whoredome.

Like will to like.

Of vnwittie spending.

Perit quicquid feceris ingrato.

The propertie of Reprobates.

A good man.

A perfect preseruatiue for health.

A stupendious desire.

Olde men.

Diuersitie of remembrance.

The deceites of the Foxe.

Of a womans hatred.

Of boasting and bragging.

A signe of anger.

The sudden falling into danger

The pitie of Dormice.

Of imdietie of children.

The sinnes of Kings.

Of eating of egges

To him that was angrie because the Cuckow did sing before his doore.

Of Sugar and Salt.

Of hastie wiuing.

Of despising of the poore.

Of harlots.

Of keeping companie with naughtipacks.

The Prouerbe.

Of anger without a cause.

Of husbandrie and Scholers.

Another Prouerbe.

The error of the wicked.

Of pleading where a man is not heard.

The frailnesse of youth.

Nothing is hid from God.

Of flatterie and lieng.

A faithfull frend.

Of costlie apparel.

Of Neighbourlie aide.

Of good counsell.

Of him that would fight at home, and no where els.

Of a couetous mind.

The Prouerbe.

Of wicked children.

Of vvailing for the dead.

Of parents.

Of such as had rather haue harlots than wiues

Of him that esteemeth riches more than frendship.

Of Destinie.

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The lamentation of a louer beeing refused, shewing no hellish torments to be lyke his,

wherwith he accuseth his Ladies crueltie, & yet at lēgth praieth to haue releefe.

Come on thou hart yt long hast slept in woe,
Reuiue thy selfe thy haples hap to shew,
Yee sences all closde vp with couert care,
Unlose your selues my sorowes to declare:
Thou tongue that tyed art by string of paine
Be prest to shew the woe where I remaine,
Thou hand yt long hast staid stretch out at last,
To shew the present greefe and sorowes past,
Of him that dying liues and wisheth death,
Thogh dead in hart yet alway draweth breath
A thousand times for woe who stil doeth crie,
And wisheth death each day and cannot die.
Though Ixion nayled on the whirling wheele,
Which hellish stubs & irksom pains doth feele,
Though Tantalus amyd the lake therein
Pursues ye waues which wet & wash his chin,
And when to him deceiude it promise makes
Thē fleets ye flood, his dryth and thirst ne slakes
Thogh yt the tree with aureal fruit doth stand
By him, and when he reacheth out his hand
Thē flies ye stock on which the fruit doth grow
So bides he paine, and feeles excessiue woe.

Though Titus heart did lie a perfect pray
To flying foules, this payne he bides alway,
Though Danaus daughters fyll in vayne
The watry vessels, and in toyle remayne,
Yet none of these for greefe may ay compare
With me, for Clio may not yet declare
Ne paynt eche parched paine, wherby I pyne,
Though she had all the helpe of Muses nyne,
Or else expresse with slender quill in hand,
That eche wight might it fully vnderstand.
Such dangrous dread doth double in my brest
For hir, who reweth not this my vnrest:
Ah frosen heart, ah wight of marble moulde,
Ah fem as fierce as Tygre to beholde,
Oh wolfe of visage fell, who wouldest deuoure
Ech simple lamb, that ioyes but slender powre,
Thee to the noble Lyon to compare,
Were folly plaine, sith he this vertue rare
Enioyes, who neuer doth delight, with force
To teare the sely beast ye yeldeth to his might,
But then as victor to returne away,
And somewhere else to seeke a condigne pray.
But thou whose mouth delighteth stil to feade,
Art not content my corps on ground to tread,
But ay to rent and teare my giltlesse hart
In peeces small by this my woe and smart.
If that thy pleasure be to feede on me,
So say, ile pull my heart to giue it thee,

Thereby for to asswage thy hot desire,
Thereby of life to extinguish out the fire.
What wouldst thou more to do thy bodie good?
I would on dagger fall to spill my blood,
Or else with lancing kniues to cut my flesh,
To make thereof for thee a daintie dish.
Then grant and yeeld to this my one request,
I wish no more to breed my quiet rest.
When Cupid shot at me first with his dart,
And by the blow did peerce my tender hart,
I knew no salue to cure my sore againe,
But thereby did remaine pensiue for paine,
Till Amor now by sleight the meane did find,
To rid the same if thou ne grow vnkind.
Rue then thou frozen hart and stomacke dire,
With friendlie woords grant now yt I require.
Let me inioy soone, eke the place possesse
Thy selfe, and thereby my wo redresse,
So me for to requite with loue againe,
Sith I in hart thine owne shal still remaine,
Till sisters three shall rid my vitall twine,
Thy loue let me haue aie, for thou hast mine.
Grant this ye gods that glide on starrie skie,
And guide that Chaos ball most equally,
What ioy were this to me that am a thrall,
If thou thy mate wouldst me once frendly call.
Sith I so oft haue trauaile spent in wast,
To reape the wished frute now at the last.

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The lamentation of a louer beeing refused, shewing no hellish torments to be lyke his,

wherwith he accuseth his Ladies crueltie, & yet at lēgth praieth to haue releefe.