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A BALET BY THE EARL RIVERS.
The verses are preserved by Rouse a contemporary histo-
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. pag. 555. beginning thus,
“ Alone walkyng, in thought plainyng,
“ And fire fighying, All desolate.
“My death wishyng Bothe srly and late.
" That wote je what, Out of mesure
UMWHAT musyng, and more mornyng,
In remembring the unftydfastnes ; This world being of such whelyng,
Me contrarieng, what may I gefle?
I fere dowtles, remediles,
Is now to sese my wofull chaunce, Lo‘is' this traunce now in substaunce, * * such is my
Wyllyng to dye, me thynkys truly
Bowndyn am I, and that gretly, to be content: 10
CUPID'S ASSAULT: BY LORD VAUX.
T'be Reader will think that infant Poetry grew apace between the times of Rivers and Vaux, tho' 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 Vll. and died in the year 1523
And yet to this Lord it is attributed by Puttenham in his “ Art of Eng. Poehe, 1589. 410." a writer commonly well informed : take the papage at large. “In this figure
[Counterfait Action] the Lord NICHOLAS Vaux, a • noble gentleman and much delighted in vulgar making, si and a mun otherwise of no great learning, but having * herein a marvelous facilitie, made a dittie representing the
Battayle and Asault of Cupide, fo excellently well, as for “ the gallant and propre application of bis 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 Nie cholas Lord Vaux, see Mr. Walpole's Noble Authors, Vol. 1.
The following copy is printed from the first Edit. of Sur. rey's Poems, 1557, 470: - See another Song of Lord Vaux's in the preceding Vol. Book II. No. II.
7 HEN Cupide scaled first the fort,
Wherin my hart lay wounded fore;
That I must yelde or die therfore.