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The best that ever I knewe,
The case is chaunged newe;
Ye Molde have cause to rewe.
To you, whan I began;
I am no banyshed man.
Than to be made a quene,
But it is often sene,
The wordés on the splene.
And itele from me, I wene:
And I more wo-begone :
I love but you alone,
l'er. 315. of all. Prol. and Mr.W. id Vr. W.
Ver. 325. gladder. Prol.
I wyll nat dyfparàge
Of so grete a lynàge.
By way of maryage
As flortely as I can:
And not a bany shed map."
In love, meke, kynde, and stable: 350
Or call them variable;
To them be comfortable;
Yf they be charytable.
Be meke to thein each one;
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.
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 death wishing Bothe erly and late,
." That wote ye what, Out of mesure
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. ]
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.
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,
my. hart lay wounded fore;
That I must yelde or die therfore.
There fawe I Love upon the wall,
How he his banner did display :
And bad his souldiours kepe aray.