difficulty is not great, for none of the old writers mention the THOMAS Lord VAUX of Harrowden in Northampton- WILLIAM was not fummoned to parl. till the last year of believe that Lord THOMAS was the POET. + In the Paradife of Dainty Devises, 1596, he is called fimply “Lord, "Vaux the elder." This old fabulous legend is given from the Editor's folio MS, with fe conjectural emendations, and the infertion of sever 2. Final/ of for & Ranzas to supply defecte in the original copy of compleat to It has been fuggefted to the Editor, that the Author of this Poem feems to have had in his eye the ftory of Gunhilda, who is fometimes called Eleanor, and was married to the Emperor (bere called King) Henry. UR king he kept a falfe ftewàrde, OUR Sir Aldingar they him call; A falfer fteward than he was one, Servde not in bower nor hall. He wolde have layne by our comelye queene, Her deere worshippe to betraye: 4 As 5 Our This old fabulous legend is given from the Editor's folio MS with donjectur adfcendations, and the inforhon of several tanzas to supply & compleat the Hory. ANCIENT POE M S. Our queene she was a good woman, Sir Aldingar was wrothe in his mind, There came a lazar to the kings gate, A lazar both blinde and lame : He took the laza upon his backe, 66 in 'Lye ftill, lazàr, wheras thou lyeft, "Looke thou go not hence away; "Ile make thee a whole man and a found "In two howers of the day Then went him forth fir Aldingar, And hyed him to our king: "If I might have grace, as I have space, Say on, fay on, fir Aldingar, Saye on the foothe to mee. "Our queene hath chofen a new new love, "And shee will have none of thee. E 2 He probably infinuates that the king should beal bim by his power of touching for the King's Evil. I thou "If fhee had chosen a right good knight, But he hath chofe her a lazar man, 30 Then will make thee a rich rich knight, 35 But if it be falfe, fir Aldingar, As God nowe grant it bee! Thy body, I sweare by the holye rood, Shall hang on the gallows tree. He brought our king to the queenes chamber, 40 ! Marry A lodlye love, king Kenye fayd If thou werf a man, as thou art none, Here on my fword thouft dye; But a payre of new gallowes fhall be built, 45 Forth then hyed our king, I wyfse, And an angry man was hee; 50 That bride fo bright of blee. Now ग |