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

Behold you Dames yt raigne in fames, whose lookes mens harts do leade
And triumph in the spoyle of those, vpō whose brests you trede.
A myrror make of M, whose molde, Dame Nature in disdayne,
To please her self, & spight her foes, in beauty raysd to raigne:
Whose sunny beames & starry eyes, presents a heauenlyke face,
And shewes the world a wonderous worke, sutch are her giftes of grace
In forhed, feature beareth, brunt in face doth fauor guyde,
In lookes is life, in shape is shame, in cheekes doth coulor hyde:
In boddy seemelynesse doth shew, in wordes doth wisdome shade,
All partes of her doth prayse deserue, in temprance is her trade.
In humble porte is honor plaste, in face is maydens smyles
Her life is grafte with Golden giftes, her deedes deuoyd of gyles.


And as the Star to Marriners, is guyde vnto the Port,
So is this M, a heauenly ioy, to Louers that resort:
Who run and rome with inward wounds, & folded armes acrosse,
And hide their harms with clokes of care, & feed their hope wt losse.
Her lookes doth lift aboue the skyes, her frowns to Hel doth throw
All sues to her, shee seekes on none, that daily proofe doth show:
Wherfore her saying late set forth, shee burnt and could not flee,
Though ment in prayse, yet far amis, I take it written bee.
Shee is none such as if shee would, that any would disdayne:
But for the smartes of others greefes, of pitty shee did playne,
As one most lothe of any lyfe, for loue of her bee loste,
Or that with blud or cruell deedes, men write her beauties boste:
For mercy is in M, her brest, and modest is her life,
A courtuous mayd, and like to prooue, a constant worthy wife.
FINIS.