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It were a cursed dede!
Almighty God forbede!
Alone to forest yede,
That by my cursed dede
The best rede that I can
Alone, a banyshed man.”
Of this thyng you upbrayd;
Than have ye me betrayd.
For yf ye, as ye sayd,
Your love, the Not-Browne Mayd,
Sone after ye be gone;
For in the forest nowe
Whom I love more than you:
I dare it wele avowe;
With other, as I trowe.
V. 278, outbrayd. Prol. and Mr. W.
V. 282, ye be as. Prol. and Mr. W. V. 283, Ye were unkynde to leve me behynde. Prol. and Mr. W, 300
It were myne ese to lyve in pese;
So wyll I, yf I can;
Ye had a paramour,
But that I wyll be your;
And courteys every hour,
Commaunde me, to my power;
Of them I wolde be one.'
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,
Than to be made a quene,
But is often sene,
V. 310, So the Editor's MS. All the printed copies read,
Yet wold I be that one. V. 315, of all. Prol. and Mr. W. V. 325, gladder. Prol. and Mr. W. 330
Whan men wyll breke promyse, they speke
The wordès on the splene.
And stele from me, I wene;
And I more wo-begone;
I love but you alone.”
“ Yo shall nat nede further to drede :
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.”
Here may ye se, that women be
In love meke, kynde, and stable :
Or call them variable;
To them be comfortable,
Yf they be charytable.
Be meke to them each one,
And serve but hym alone.
V. 340, grete lynyage. Prol. and Mr. W. V. 347, Then have. Prol.
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 Catalogue 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 be‘ng 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 handwriting. In tempore, says this writer, incarcerationis apud Pontem-fractum edidit unum BALET in anglicis, ut mihi monstratum est, quod subsequitur sub his verbis : Sum what musyng, &c. Rossi.—Hist. 8vo, 2d edit. p. 213. In Rouse the second stanza, &c., is imperfect, but the defects are here supplied from a more perfect copy, printed in “Ancient Songs, from the Time of K. Henry III. to the Revolution,” p. 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 sighyng, All desolate.
My death wishyng Both 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 ?
Is now to sese My wofull chaunce.
And no redress, Me doth avaunce,
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 her won.
Cupid's Assault: by Lord Đaur. 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 a 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, 4to. See another song of Lord Vaux's, book ii. No. 2.
WHEN Cupide scaled first the fort
Wherein my hart lay wounded sore,
That I must yelde or die therfore,