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A gorgious Gallery, of gallant Inuentions

Garnished and decked with diuers dayntie deuises, right delicate and delightfull, to recreate eche modest minde withall. First framed and fashioned in sundrie formes, by diuers worthy workemen of late dayes: and now, ioyned together and builded up: By T. P. [i.e. Thomas Procter]

Proctor, Thomas

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A. M. Vnto all yong Gentilmen, in commendacion of this Gallery and workemen therof.

Owen Roydon to the curious company of Sycophantes.

To a Gentilwoman that sayd: All men be false, they thinke not what they say.

The lamentable louer abiding in the bitter bale of direfull doubts towards his Ladyes loyalty, writeth vnto her as followeth.

A louing Epistle, written by Ruphilus a yonge Gentilman, to his best beloued Lady Elriza, as followeth.

NARSETVS a wofull youth, in his exile writeth to Rosana his beloued mistresse, to assure her of his faithfull constancie, requiring the like of her.

The Louer forsaken, writeth to his Lady a desperate Farwell.

The Louer in distresse exclaymeth agaynst Fortune.

An other complaint on Fortune.

The louer beeing newly cought in Cupids snares, complayneth on the Gods of loue, and compareth his greefe as followeth.

The Louer extolleth, aswell the rare vertues of his Lady beloued, as also her incomparable beautie.

The Louers farewell, at his departure, perswadeth his beloued to constancie in his absence.

A propper Dittie.

The Louer perswadeth his beloued, to beware the deceites and allurements of strange suters.

The Lady beloued exclaymeth of the great vntruth of her louer.

The Louer declareth his paynfull plight for his beloued sake.

The Louer hauing his beloued in suspition declareth his doutfull minde.

An exellent Sonet, Wherin the Louer exclaymeth agaynst Detraction, beeing the principall cause of all his care.

The Louer in bondage looketh for releasement and longeth for the releefe of his wedding day.

A fine and freendly Letter, of the Louer to his beloued.

The Louers fata farewell at his death.

The Louer complayneth of his Ladies vnconstancy to the Tune of I lothe that I did loue.

The Louer, hauing sustayned ouermuch wrong at his Ladyes hande wisheth speedy death.

The Louer exhorteth his Lady to bee constant.

The Louer wounded with his Ladies beauty craueth mercy.

A Caueat yongmen to shun the snares of Cupids crafty sleightes.

The aged Louers noate, at length to learne to dye.

The desperate Louer exclaymeth his Ladyes cruelty and threatneth to kill himselfe.

The Louer beeing blinded with the faythlesse loue of his Lady is contented to remit her fault vpon promis of amendment.

A worthy comparison of Vertue agaynst all wordly pompe.

Of a happy wished time.

The Louer perswadeth him selfe to pacience agaynst Enuie and slanderous tongues.

The Louer greeuously complayneth agaynst the vniust dealing of his Lady beloued.

The Louer in great distresse comforteth himselfe with hope.

In the commendacion of faythfull loue.

The Louer wisheth himselfe an Harte in the Foreste, (as Acteon was) for his Ladyes sake.

An Epytaph vpon the death of Arthur Fletchar of Bangor Gent.

A Lady writeth vnto her Louer wherin shee most earnestly chargeth him with Ingratitude.

The Louer vnto his Lady beloued, of her disdaynfulnesse toward him.

The Louer in the prayse of his beloued and comparison of her beauty.

In the prayse of a beautifull and vertuous Virgin, whose name begins with M.

The Louer deceyued by his Ladyes vnconstancy, writeth vnto her as foloweth.

A true description of Loue.

The Louer to his beloued, by the name of fayre, and false.

The Louer describeth his paynfull plight, and requireth speedy redresse, or present death.

The Lady beloued, assureth her Louer to bee his owne, and not to change, while life doth last.

In the prayse of the rare beauty, and manifolde vertues of Mistres D. as followeth.

Prety parables, and Prouerbes of Loue.

Of patience.

Of lawlesse lust.

Of will, and reason.

Of three things to be shunned.

Of beauty, and chastity.

Of wisdome.

Of a pure conscience.

Of frendship founde by chaunce.

Of good will got by due desert.

Of flatterers and faythfull friendes.

Of a vertuous, life, age, and death.

A proper Posie for a Handkercher.

The Louer beeing ouermuch weryed with seruile lyfe, compareth it to a Laborinth.

How to choose a faythfull freende.

The Louer beeing accused of suspicion of flattery, pleadeth not gyltie, and yet is wrongfully condemned.

The Louer describeth the daungerous state of Ambition.

The paynfull plight of a Louer remayning in doubtfull hope of his Ladyes fauour.

The Louer recounteth his faythfull diligence towarde his beloued, with the rewardes that hee reapeth therof.

A Letter written by a yonge gentilwoman and sent to her husband vnawares (by a freend of hers) into Italy.

A Letter sent from beyond the Seaes to his Louer, perswading her to continew her loue towardes him.

An other louing Letter.

Pretie pamphlets, by T. Proctor.

The History of Pyramus and Thisbie truely translated.

The lamentacion of a Gentilwoman vpon the death of her late deceased frend William Gruffith Gent.

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The louer beeing newly cought in Cupids snares, complayneth on the Gods of loue, and compareth his greefe as followeth.

The hugie heape of cares, that in this world I finde,
The sodayne sighes that sore molest my hart
The foolish fansies that still run in my minde:
Makes mee to lay all ioy and myrth apart,
Lamenting still the causes of my smart.
But oh, alas, the more I weepe and wayle,
The more my greefe to mee seemes to preuayle.

The more I seeke my pinchinge panges to swage,
By diuers wayes, such as I thinke be best
The more it frets, the more it gins to rage,
So that my senceles head can take no rest:
Ah seely wretch, what doth thee thus mollest
Or what doth thus perturbe thy restlesse braynes,
And from thy harte all worldly ioye detaynes.

Alas what this should bee I can not tell,
My youthfull yeares can skill of no such change
But if some vgly shape of fury fell:
Or wicked wight that in this world doth range
Hath witched mee with this disease so strange.
Or Cupid with his force of cruell dart,
Hath stricken mee and wounded thus my hart.

Hath Cupid then sutch power on mortall wightes?
And strikes the blinded boy his dart so sure?
That no man can auoyd his subtill stightes,
Nor ought agaynst his fury may indure?
Hath Venus force men thus for to allure?
And why then? doth shee not her sonne commaund
To shoote alike and strike with equall hand?

Is this the guise of powers that raigne aboue,
Us seely soules in snares thus for to trap
And care they not to yeeld vs death for loue?
Ioy they in woes our corses for to trap?
And passe they not what vnto vs doth hap?
Can Gods aboue to man beare any hate,
Or doo they mocke and iest at our estate?

Ah foolish foole? what fancy rules thy head.
Or what doth cause thee now this talke to moue?
What fury fell doth thee poore wretch now lead?
To rayle on all the Gods doth it behooue?
Sith it is only Cupid God of loue.
That guiltlesse shee with stroke of goulden shafte,
Hath wounded thus and thee of ioyes berafte.

Euen as the slender Barke that long is tost
By surging waues cast vp from deepest seas:
And Saylars still in daunger to be lost,
Doo hale and pull in hope to take their ease:
When stormy fluds begin once to appease.
Euen so fare I beeing in Cupids power
In hope at last to see that happy hower.

Wherin I shall my wished ioyes obtayne,
And placed bee within her gentill hart,
Then shall I take my sorrowes all for gayne.
When I haue her that causeth now my smart,

Then farewell Cupid with thy cruell darte
And welcome shee that pearst mee with her sight,
Shee is my Ioy, shee is my hartes delight.

FINIS.