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

Ye grisly ghostes which walke below in black Cocistus Lakes,
Mids Ditis dennes, Erebus Dames, with heare of vgly Snakes
Medusa with thy monstrous mates, assist mee now a while,
In dyre wamenting verse to shew, and drierie dolefull stile,
The fayre vntimely fatall ende of Fletcher, now by death,
Unto the Ayre his soule with Ioue, resignde his latest breath:
Whose life full due wee must commend, as it deserues the same,
And conuersation to eche one, did seldome meryt blame.
A faythfull freend to eche hee was, to none an oppen foe,
Unto his Prince a subiect true, till fates had lodgd him loe.
His actes did tend to no mans harmes, no Parasite to prayse,
For greedy gayne but still the troth, mayntaynd at all assayes.

His time hee spent in Uertues lore, as seemd his state full wel,
By serious study what hee could, hee sought for to excel.
But what of al this same? the fates no wight in time wyll spare,
Whē gastly death hath pearst in earth, thē must our bodyes weare
In age aswell in youthes, in youthes as well in age,
No certayne time wee haue to bide, when death with vs will wage.
No thing can still abide, but comes to nought in ende,
The craggy Rocks the sturdiest okes: starke rotten once is rend.
And so hath Fletcher, now to death payd his due,
What hee is now wee must bee all, his Funerall then vew.

FINIS.