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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A02273	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.; Smith, Richard, fl. 1587.	1587 (1587)	STC 12403; ESTC S105883	44,918	146

passen colours all Directly then vnto some hil or mountaine fast me by In beaten path I take my course and way as it doth lie Where long I scale with féeble legs my selfe vp for to get By reason though of troubled heart I puffe and sometime swet ●et stint I neuer till that I on highest place may stand ●nd top therof me round about for to behold the land The sweling sea with surging waues also such foules as flie And euery thing that of the land or ayer comes me by The gréene forrest which vnto me doth séeme most fayre of all And euery fearefull beast thereof to you which I name shal The mighty hart his make the hind the buck and eke the doe On side of hil there resteth and the swift amazed Roe The nimble long ear'd hare that swift before the hound gan run The litle crarknut squirel erst on tree that pretie bun And further more I sée by me the wilie subtile foxe The balstone or the grey doth chase and beate from clinie rocks Oh but at length I doe perceiue as wished with the rest A pallace pure of pleasure and the place that likes me best And as in ioy by sight therof in dumpe there stil I stay At length vnto my selfe these words with warbling tongue I say Within thy walles and chambers fayre a perfect place of blisse My dearest frend the w●ght that hath my heart enclosed is Where oft I wish my wretched corps in couert for to be So that no wight my sodayne shape or presence knew but she Transformed from my proper hew and changed in such wise As for our sureties both she could her selfe then best deuise A pretie little hound on her with faithful heart to fowne I stand content so that my minde were present to her knowen A chirping mouse in hole to créepe in caue or hollow wall When that in bed she thinks to rest my louing noyce were small A linnet in a wretched cage before her for to sing With shrillish notes I would ne stay nor stent of warbuling A Phillip Sparow on her fist or elswhere to be fed At her owne hands twice euery day with chosen crums of bread A little Robin that doeth hop about with reddish brest Or els if Ioue would me conuert a blacke flea in her nest In faith with force ne could I finde or thinke once in my heart The prety naked soule from out her sléepe once for to start But that mine eyes at leysure might her séemely corps behold Of God that rules the rounded ball none other thing I would Thus when my weary playnt and wishes all haue sayn Thie me home because the night approched to my paine Where I consume the day vntil I sée the mantled night Which come on bed for shew of rest I spend vntil the light And then my course to mountain hie againe Idde renew Of euery thing as yesterday to take the perfect vewe Lot here my frend I send to you the patterne of my payne I craue nothing but of your hands an answere sage againe And as in pleasure you haue béene to me a faithfull frend So likewise in distresse and gréefe to shew your selfe so kinde Some good aduice let me receiue of that thy gratefull hand Wherby I may direct my path as surest for to stand The while I wil attempt with lines and letters for to moue The frozen heart of that good saint me to requite with loue If tok ens may ne boote or that none other thing preuaile Then wil I goe and yéelde my selfe what so ere doth me assaile And present plead for grace but now for once let this suffice My Muse and I with slender quill to endite wil now deuise The Louer writeth to a Gentlewoman by treatie to cause her to loue him if he may possible MAdame like as the drop that falles vpon the marble stone Doeth péerce the same thogh not with strength but with oft fall thereon So now thogh that the sparke of fire be small within my brest Yet euery day its like to be stil more and more increast Unlesse that ye vouchsafe to giue to me the oyle of grace For to preuent the same before it take a roote and place Therefore these lines which I here send doe pray to haue releefe To flow from you to him that is your seruant during life For sith that Cupide with his dart hath hit the marke that he Did shoote at with his blunted bolt which stocke he made of me And sith there is no creature that can rid me fro my gréefe But onely you Oh Ladie myne or cure my noyed life I send you here with faithful minde a present though but small Now take my hand and eke my heart yea take my life and all To pleasure you il that ye list ne neuer to denie Let me enioy the name and place your siruant to supplie Let this suffice till that I knowe the tenour of your minde Whether ye list to giue long life or death vnto your fréend One of these two you may preuent for both rest in your hande If that you list Panthora milde sith I in hope do stand And as I doe perceiue the cause of ioy or else of gréefe Ile say it doth procéede from you be it of death or life Go passe to hir ye printed lynes that doth possesse my heart If that you cause me to receiue some comfort of my smart I shall reioyce but if ye giue to me a froward stile I shall be prone and with good will from life me to exile By him that hath bin here before your owne and so is nowe And for to be your owne he hath yplight a faithfull vowe Here the Ladie writeth an aunswere to the letter of hir Louer perseuering in hir stubburnesse nothing ruing his faithfull heart YOur lines sir that you sent to me but of late dayes I haue perusoe as méete I thought to be for such assayes And si●h that you request to haue an answere ayne I stand content to do so much sith you in hope remayne To put you out of hope thinke not I am so fayne To graunt so soone vnto your hest that were but folly plaine Goe chuse and take your make some elswhere to be found I am not one that wil so soone in any band be bound And you to be as free as erst you were before Leaue of I pray you by my reade and trouble me no more Yet say not naythelesse that I the causer stay And am the weauer of your woe that were no likely way Though that your pleasure were to forge such fayned stile And by the siluer hooke to catch the fish that feares no gile The loue is very hot for which a man would kill Himselfe I know it very well that is a painful ill Though Pyramus that wight with sword did péerce his heart For Thisbie and she likewise did of like death take a part They two are dead in déede they two

be layd in stone We neuer shal finde out by sight their like now they are gone Now doubt I whether that the like loue flowe from you Therfore content your selfe y t while I must néedes say adue By her that loues not aye To spend her words inwast Wherfore she sends but few lines To thee farewell in hast The letter of a friend of a wounded Louer wherein hee goeth about to disswade him from this louelie follie MY frend your parched letters are late hapned to my hand And them with eye I haue perusde and euery sentence scande Wherby I doe perceiue that you doe languish still in paine And now according to request I write to you againe That I with dreary plaint accuse and wayle the haples hap Wherin blind Cupid Venus sonne did lately you entrap But yet small remedie I find if she so froward be As in your letters you report and shewe the same to me But that ye doe refraine from loue me thinketh that the wight That lerning hath might wel preuēt and stop such peeuish spight Loue is not of such force strength as farre as I can showe But if it be by learning you better then I doe know Then fixe your mind some elswhere aye where you may reape the fruite For which you haue so toyled long by painfull suite But if you cannot soone withdraw from her your yelded hart And thereby to exile your selfe from this your snared smart Then wander hence away into some Countrey farther off If you can aye forbeare a while this soyle to dwell aloofe And there with troupe of chiualrie to exercise your selfe In feates of armes thereby to shun of loytring loue the elfe Such facts wil cleane exile driue from out your mazed minde These pranks insomuch y t they shal no place hereafter finde The Adage old doth shew vs plaine and as I haue heard say Long out of sight clean out of mind and I beléeue it aye Then if that you attempt some way and worke some wittie wile By fauor of your frends to fare a litle in exile And cut the calmed seas the land to treade at th'other side You soon then wold leue of your loue which now in hart you hide And if your heart doth not assent in forrain fields to trace Thē in some town within this realm you must finde out some place For you that haue the store of welth may leade your life as best To court it out with other braue and royst among the rest In Court great knowledge is to which you may aspire If that you list with zelous paine to applie your whole desire And in the Court also you shall perceiue some condigne dame That may extinguish clean the print and sparke of the other flame In time to come perhaps also I say you shall reioyce And laugh to see this link the which you left haue by my voyce Perchāce y t gods haue you preseru'd vntil some better end Then may you ioy by right with me that standeth for your frend But if you mind not aye to passe into some other land Nether to serue in princely Court in Courtly roome to stand Then fixe your earnest minde to aspire to knowledge hie By studie of the common lawes a Councelor to supplie And leaue such fondly toyes wherin you now doe frame And trace your steps y t more to tred your present woe and paine And giue the common law the fame when each trade doth decay The prouerb old as you know wel doth likewisy to vs say No fishing to the sea there is nor seruice to a king No such game as the trade of lawe doeth to our coffers bring The trade of Lawe doth fill to brinke from bottome boysterous bags They royst in silke when other range the stréete in rented rags Now iudge your selfe which of the twaine doeth giue shewe best to be With one of them I would that you in heart could aye agreé If that you like not aye the change of dames within the court For Countrey prilles your youthfull life with them to lead in sport Or if you more esteeme the sight of her that wayes not you More then the gilt that Law doth get by learning to ensue I know not what thing I shall say but wayle the froward fate Which vnto you the Gods haue graunt to purchase peéuish hate Thus now adue my frend marke well these lines which I doe send And sometime let me heare from you how that you doe entend The Louer writeth once more to his friend as doeth followe after THe paines that you haue taken sir an answere to indite Vnto my letter that I sent with thankes I here requite Not able any other way by gifts to recompence the same But with my pen a few lines in paper here to frame Whereas you say I should refraine and keépe my selfe from loue That were too hard sith loue it selfe hath forst the Gods aboue What moued Iupiter to turne himselfe to take the shape And forme of Bull but only loue for dame Europas rape And for because my frend you say loue is not of great strength As farre as knowledge geueth you it shall appeare at length Did not loues law enforce that Ioue to turne in Eagle strange When that Asterion he could accept into his grange He tooke on him the forme of swanne as Leda when he had Vnder his feathred wings and brest in safetie for to shade A Satyre strange he forst him selfe that Iupiter by name Saturnus sonne to the intent he might Necteis clame In forme of golden showre when that to Danae he could clyme In towre strong for pleasure then with hir to ioy a time Thus lose did he his former face as loue did oft compell Besides him other gods also which all I can not tell But if that Poets tales seéme true then did Neptunus turne And had the face of other beasts a Ramme sometime to forme Sometime a lustie horse to be fometime a fish to play As of a Dolphin take the hue as loue did beare the sway And did not earst Apollo take the shape of Rauen blacke Sometime a shepheard in the fielde to bring his lust to sacke No god was frée sith all the shape of chaunged formes gan take Of beastes or birdes and oftentimes of foule of fish of lake Then say not that loue hath no force the prouerbe thus doeth say Amor vincit mundum and then nothing so strong doth stay And where as you do giue aduice me to withdrawe my minde And fixe my heart some elsewhere that I may some fauour finde Alas can I withdrawe my thought or els auert my heart From hir whose picture still I fynde within my brest impart No no or else and shall I graunt to wander in exile And drudge about as one vnknowne thus desolate the while I can not aye endure that trade and where agayne you say I should me trie in feats of armes and so driue loue away For