315

He.
Myne owne dere love, I fe the

prove
That ye be kynde, and true;
Of mayde, and wyfe, in all my lyfe,

The best that ever I knewe,
Be mery and glad, be no more sad,

The case is chaunged newe;
For it were ruthe, that, for your truthe,

Ye Molde have cause to rewe.
Be nat dismayed; whatsoever I sayd

To you, whan I began;
I wyll nat to the grene wode go,

I am no banyshed man.

320

323

SHE.
These tydings be more gladd to me,

Than to be made a quene,
Yf I were sure they sholde endure:

But it is often sene,
Whan men wyli breke promyse, they speke

The wordés on the splene.
Ve shape fome wyle me to begyle,

And itele from me, I wene:
Than, were the case worse than it was,

And I more wo-begone :
For, in my mynde, of all mankynde

I love but you alone,

330

335

l'er. 315. of all. Prol. and Mr.W. id Vr. W.

Ver. 325. gladder. Prol.

He.

340

He.
Ye shall nat nede further to drede;

I wyll nat dyfparàge
You, (God def.nd!) fyth ye descend

Of so grete a lynàge.
Nowe undyrftande; to Weltmarlande,
Which is myne herytage,

,
I wyll you brynge; and with a rynge,

By way of maryage
I wyll you take, and lady make,

As flortely as I can:
Thus have you won an erlys son,

And not a bany shed map."

345

AUTHOR.
" Here may ye se, that women be

In love, meke, kynde, and stable: 350
Late never man reprove them than,

Or call them variable;
But, rather, pray God, that we may

To them be comfortable;
Which sometyme proveth such, as he loveth, 355

Yf they be charytable.
Forsyth meo wolde that women Molde

Be meke to thein each one;
Moche more ought they to God obey,
And serve but hym alone.

360

V. 352.

Ver. 340. grete lynyage. Prol and Mr. W. Ver. 347. Then bave. Prol.

Ver. 348. And no hanythed. Prol. and Mr. W. This line wanting in Prol. and Mr. W. Ver 355. proved-loved. Prol. and M., W. 1b. as loveth. Camb. V.357. Foruth. Proli and Mr.W.

VII.
A BALET BY THE EARL RIVERS.

The amiable light in which the character of Anthony Widville the gallant Earl Rivers has been placed by the elegant Author of the Catal. of Noble Writers, interests us in whatever fell

from his pen. It is presumed therefore that the insertion of tħis little Sonnet will be pardoned, tho' it mould not be found to have much poetical merit. It is the only ori. ginal Poem known of that nobleman's; his more voluminous works being only translations. And if we confider that it was written during his cruel confinement in Pomfret castle a short time before his execution in 1483, it gives us a fine picture of the composure and steadiness with which this stout earl beheld his approaching fate.

This Ballad we owe to Rouse a contemporary historian, who seems to have copied it from the Earl's own hand writing. In tempore, says this writer, incarcerationis apud Pontem-fraštum edidit unum Baler in anglicis, ut mihi monftratum est, quod fubsequitur fub his verbis: Sum what mulyng, &c. “ Rosli Hift. Svo. 2 Edit. p. 213." In Rouje the 2d Stanza, &c. is imperfeit, but the Defeats are here fupplied from a more perfect Copy printed in “ Ancient Songs, from the Time of K..Hen. III. to the Revolution," page 87

This little piece, which perhaps ought rather to have been printed in ftanzas of eight short lines, is written in imita. tion of a poem of Chaucer's, that will be found in Urry's Edit. 172, p. 555, beginning thus:

* Alone walkyng, In thought plainyng,

" And fore fighying, All desolate.
My remembrying Of ny livyng,

“My death wishing Bothe erly and late,
" Infortanate Is fo my fate

." That wote ye what, Out of mesure
* My life I bate; Thus desperate
ti In such pore eftate, Doc 1 endure, &c."

UMWHAT mulyng, And more inðrnyng,

In remembring The unstydfastnes ; This world being of such whelyng,

Me contrarieng, What may I geffe !

I fere dowtles, Remediles,

Is now to fefe My wofull chaunce. [For unkyndness, Withouten less,

And no redress, Me doth avaunce,

With difplesaunce, To my grevaunce,

And no suraunce Of reinedy. ]
Lo in this traunce, Now in substaunce,

Such is my dawnce, Wyllyng to dye.

Me thynkys truly, Bowndyn am I,

And that gretly, To be content: Seyng playnly, Fortune doth wry

All contrary From myn entent.

My lyff was lent Me to on intent,

Hytt is ny spent. Welcome fortunet But I ne went Thus to be shent,

But sho hit ment; Such is hur won.

Ver. 15. That fortune, Rofi Hif.
Ver. 19. went, s.c. weened..

VIII. CU

VIII. CUPID'S ASSAULT: BY LORD VAUX.

The Reader will think that infant Poetry grew apace between the times of Rivers and V AUX, tho' nearly contemporaries ; if the following Song is the composition of that

Sir NICHOLAS (afterwards Lord) VAUX, who was the fhin. ing ornament of the court of Henry VII, and died in the year 1523.

Anil yet to this Lord it is attributed by Puttenham in his “ Art of Eng. Poesie, 1589. 4to." a writer commonly well informed: take the pasage at large.

" In this figure [Counterfait Action] the Lord NICHOLAS Vaux, a “ noble gentleman and much delighted in vulgar making, “ and a man otherwise of no great learning, but having " herein a marvelous

facilitie, made a dittie representing the " Battayle and Affault of Cupide, fo excellently well, as for " the gallant and propie application of his fiction in every

part, I cannot choose but let downe the greatest part of his ditty, for in truth it cannot be amended. When CUPID SCALED, &c.”p: 200.

For a farther account of Nichola; Lord Vaux, Jee Mr. Walpole's Noble Authors, Vol. I.

The following copy is printed from the first Edit. of Surrey's Poems, 1557, ato. See another Song of Lord Vaux's in the preceding Vol. Book II. No. II.

HEN Cupide scaled first the fori,
Wherein

my. hart lay wounded fore;
The batry was of such a fort,

That I must yelde or die therfore.

W

There fawe I Love upon the wall,

How he his banner did display :
Alarme, alarme, he gan to call :

And bad his souldiours kepe aray.

The