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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]

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

Yyou graues of grisly ghosts
Your charge frō coffins send
Frō roring rout in Plutoes costs
You Furies vp ascend.
You trampling steades of Hell
Come feare a wofull wight,
Whose haples hap no tonge can tell
Ne pen can well endight.
I hate this lothsome life
O Atropos draw nie,
Untwist ye thred of mortall strife
Send death and let mee die.
For Beauties taynted trope
Hath made my cares assay,
And ficklenes with her did cope:
To fordge my whole decaye.


My fayth alas I gaue
To wight of Cressids kinde,
For stedfast loue I loue did craue
As curtesy doth binde.
Shee likewise troth doth plight
To bee a constant loue,
And proue her self euen maugre spight
A faythfull turtle Doue.
But lo a womans minde
Cloakt hole with deepe deceyt
And driuen with euery gale of winde.
To bite at fresher bayt
For when bewitch shee had
My minde that erst was free,
And that her cumly beauty bad
My wounded hart agree.
And fixt on Fancyes lore
As world can witnesse beare,
No other saynct I did adore:
Or Idole any whear
Ne will, no wo, or smart
Could minde from purpose fet,
But that I had a Iasons harte
The golden fleese to get.
Ne for my part I swere
By all the Gods aboue,
I neuer thought on other fere
Or sought for other loue.
In her the like ocnsente
I saw ful oft appear,
If eyes be iudge of that it mente
Or eares haue power to heare.
Yet woordes bee turnd to winde
A new found gest hath got
The Fort, which once, to vnder mine
And win I planted shot
Her freend that ment her well
Out of conceyt is quite,
While other beares away ye bell
By hitting of the white.
In this our wauering age
So light are womens mindes.
As Aspen lease yt stil doth rage
Though æole calme his windes.
No place hath due desart
No place hath constancy
In eueri mood their mindes back start
As dayly wee may see.
What paps did giue them food
That were sutch webs of two
What beast is of so cruell mood
That countes his freend for fo:
Yet women doo reward
With cares the louing wight
They constancy no whit regard,
In change is their delight.


You gallant youths therfore
In time beware by mee
Take heed of womēs subtil lore,
Let mee example bee.
FINIS.