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] |
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The Louer extolleth, aswell the rare vertues of his Lady
beloued, as also her incomparable beautie.
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The Louer extolleth, aswell the rare vertues of his Lady beloued, as also her incomparable beautie.
Desire
hath driuen from mee my will,
Or Cupids blase hath bleard mine eyes:
Knowledge mee fayles, my sight is yll:
If kinde or cunning could deuise
Nature to paynt in better plight
To set her forth with red and white:
Or if men had Apelles arte,
Who could her mend in any parte?
Or Cupids blase hath bleard mine eyes:
Knowledge mee fayles, my sight is yll:
If kinde or cunning could deuise
Nature to paynt in better plight
To set her forth with red and white:
Or if men had Apelles arte,
Who could her mend in any parte?
Her face declares where fauor growes,
And telles vs heere is Beauties grace:
Her eyes hath power to binde and lose,
Her countenance may freendes embrace.
Her cheekes be decte with bloud full fayre,
Her collour cleare as is the ayre:
Her haire, her hand, her foote also,
Hath wonne the praise where euer shee go.
And telles vs heere is Beauties grace:
Her eyes hath power to binde and lose,
Her countenance may freendes embrace.
Her cheekes be decte with bloud full fayre,
Her collour cleare as is the ayre:
Her haire, her hand, her foote also,
Hath wonne the praise where euer shee go.
Her lookes doo seeme to speake alone,
When that her lips remooue no whit
Her inwarde vertues may be knowen:
By vsinge of her sober wit.
Her iestures also cumly are,
My tongue lackes skill them to declare:
The rest of her that are vnnamed,
In perfect shapes are lyuely framed.
When that her lips remooue no whit
Her inwarde vertues may be knowen:
By vsinge of her sober wit.
Her iestures also cumly are,
My tongue lackes skill them to declare:
The rest of her that are vnnamed,
In perfect shapes are lyuely framed.
Now though that kinde hath set her forthe,
And natures workes shee hath possest,
Theese goodly giftes are litle worth:
If pitty dwelt not in her brest.
Oh, God forbid such flowring youth
Should bee mislyked for lacke of ruth,
For I with other might say then:
Lo, this is shee that killeth men.
And natures workes shee hath possest,
Theese goodly giftes are litle worth:
If pitty dwelt not in her brest.
Oh, God forbid such flowring youth
Should bee mislyked for lacke of ruth,
For I with other might say then:
Lo, this is shee that killeth men.
FINIS.
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