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But yf ye go, and leve me so,
Than have ye me betrayd.
For, yf ye, as ye sayd,
Your love, the Not-browne Mayd,
Sone after ye be gone;
I love but you alone.
Yf that ye went, ye sholde repent;
For in the forest nowe
Whom I love more than you;
I dare it wele avowe;
With other, as I trowe:
So wyll I, yf I can;
Alone, a banyshed man.
Ye had a paramour,
But that I will be your:
And courteys every hour; Ver. 282, ye be as. Prol. and Mr. W.-Ver. 283, Ye were unkynde to leve me behynde. Prol. and Mr W.
Glad to fulfyll all that she wyll
Commaunde me to my power:
[Of them I wolde be one;]
I love but you alone.
Myne owne dere love, I se the prove
That ye be kynde, and true;
The best that ever I knewe.
The case is chaunged newe;
Ye sholde 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,
330 Ye shape some wyle me to begyle,
And stele from me, I wene:
And I more wo-begone:
Yet wold I be that one.
For, in my mynde, of all mankynde
I love but you alone.
I wyll nat dysparàge
Of so grete a lynàge.
Which is myne herytage,
By way of maryage
As shortely as I can:
And not a banyshed man.
350 Late never man reprove them than,
Or call them variable;
To them be comfortable;
Yf they be charytable.
Be meke to them each one;
360 Ver. 340, grete lynyage. Prol. and Mr. W.-Ver. 347, Then have. Prol.Ver. 348, And no banyshed. Prol. and Mr. W.-Ver. 352, This line wanting in Prol. and Mr. W.-Ver. 355, proved— loved. Prol. and Mr. W.-Ib. as loveth. Camb.-Ver. 357, Forsoth. Prol. and Mr. W.
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 this little sonnet will be pardoned, though it should not be found to have much poetical merit. It is the only original poem known of that nobleman's; his more voluminous works being only translations. And if we consider 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-fractum edidit unum Balet in anglicis, ut mihi monstratum est, quod subsequitur sub his verbis: Dum what musyng,' &c. Rossi Hist. 8vo. 2 Edit. p. 213. In Rouse the 2d stanza, &c. is imperfect, but the defects are here supplied 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 stanzas of eight short lines, is written in imitation of a poem of Chaucer's, that will be found in Urry's Edit. 1721, p. 555, beginning thus:
* Alone walkyng, In thought plainyng,
And sore sighying, All desolate.
My death wishying Bothe erly and late.
That wote ye what, Out of mesure
In such pore estate, Doe I endure, &c.'
In remembring The unstydfastnes;
Me contrarieng, What may I gesse ?
I fere dowtles, Remediles,
Is now to sese My wofull chaunce.
With displesaunce, To my grevaunce,
And no suraunce Of remedy.]
Such is my dawnce, Wyllyng to dye.
And that gretly, To be content:
All contrary From myn entent.
Hytt is ny spent. Welcome fortune!
But sho hit ment; Such is hur won.
. VIII. CUPID'S ASSAULT: BY LORD VAUX. The reader will think that infant Poetry grew apace between the times of Rivers and Vaux, though nearly contemporaries; if the following song is the composition of that Sir Nicholas (afterwards Lord) Vaux, who was the shining ornament of the court of Henry VII. and died in the year 1523.
And yet to this Lord it is attributed by Puttenham in his “ Art of Eng. Poesie, 1589, 4to.' a writer commonly well informed: take the passage 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 à marvelous facilitie, made a dittie representing the Battayle and Assault of Cupide, so excellently well, as for the gallant and propre application of his fiction in every part, I cannot choose but set 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 Nicholas Lord Vaux, see Mr. Walpole's Noble Authors, Vol. I.
The following copy is printed from the first Edit. of Surrey's Poems, 1557, 4t0.- See another song of Lord Vaux's in the preceding Vol. Book II. No. II.
WHEN Cupide scaled first the fort,
Wherein my hart lay wounded sore;
That I must yelde or die therfore.