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In eche of her two cristall

eyes Smileth a naked boye : It would

you

all in hart suffice To se that lampe of joye.

I thinke Nature hath lost the moulde
Where she her shape did take;
Or els I doubt if Nature coulde
So faire a creature make.

In life she is Diana chaste,
In truth Penelopey;
In worde and eke in dede stedfast.
What would you more we sey ?

If all the worlde were fought so farre,
Who could finde such a wight?
Her beuty twinkleth like a starre
Within the frosty night.
Her rosial colour comes and

goes
With such a comly grace,
(More ruddy too than is the rose)
Within her lively face.

At Bacchus feaste none shall her mete,
Ne at no wanton play,
Nor gafing in an open strete,
Nor gadding as astray.

The modest mirth that she doth use
Is mixt with shamefaftnesse ;
Al vice she doth wholy refuse,
And hateth ydleneffe.

O lord, it is a world to see
How vertue can repaire
And decke in her such honestie,
Whom nature made fo faire !

Howe might I do to get a graffe
Of this unspotted tree?

• See this thought in Surrey, supr. citat. p. 16.

For

For all the rest are plaine but chaffe,
Which seme good corn to be ?.-

Of the fame fort is the following stanza on Beauty.

Then Beauty stept before the barre,
Whose breast and neck was bare ;
With haire trust up, and on her head
A caule of golde fhe ware”.

We are to recollect, that these compliments were penned at a time, when the graces of conversation between the sexes were unknown, and the dialogue of courtship was indelicate ; when the monarch of England, in a style, which the meanest gentleman would now be ashamed to use, pleaded the warmth of his affection, by drawing a coarse allusion from a present of venison, which he calls fleih, in a love-letter to his future queen, Anne Boleyn, a lady of distinguished breeding, beauty, and modesty".

In lord Vaux's AssAULT OF Cupide, abovementioned, these are the most remarkable stanzas.

When Cupide scaled first the fort,
Wherin my hart lay wounded sore;
The batry was of such a sort,
That I must yelde, or die therfore.

There sawe I Love upon the wall
How he his baner did display ;
Alarme, Alarme, he gan to call,
And bade his souldiours kepe away.

The armes the which that Cupid bare,
Were pearced hartes, with teares besprent.

Fol. 67. 9 Fol, 84.

? See Hearne's AVESBURY, Append. p. 354.

And even with the trumpettes sowne
The scaling ladders were up set ;
And BEAUTY walked up and downe,
With bow in hand, and arrowes whet.

Then firit Desire began to scale,
And shrouded him under his targe, &co.

Puttenham speaks more highly of the contrivance of the allegory of this piece, than I can allow. “ In this figure [counter“ fait 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 Cupid “ so excellently well, as for the gallant and propre aplication 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 W.” And in another part of the fame book. The lord Vaux his commendation lyeth chiefly in the “ facilitie of his meetre, and the aptnesse of his descriptions, “ suche as he taketh upon him to make, namely in fundry of « his songes, wherein he sheweth the couNTERFAIT ACTION

very lively and pleasantly *.” By counterfait action the critic means fictitious action, the action of imaginary heings expresfive of fact and reality. There is more poetry in some of the old pageants described by Hollingshed, than in this allegory of Cupid. Vaux seems to have had his eye on Sir David Lyndsey's GOLDEN TERGEY.

In the following little ode, much pretty description and imagination is built on the circumstance of a lady being named Bayes. So much good poetry could hardly be expected from

a pun.

Fol.

71, 72, i For Thomas. u English poctry.

w Pag. 200.
* Pag. 51.

See fupr. Vol. ii. p. 270.

In Bayes I boast, whose braunch I beare:
Such joye therein I finde,
That to the death I shall it weare,
To eale my carefull minde.

In heat, in cold, both night and day,
Her vertue may be sene ;
When other frutes and flowers decay,
The Bay yet growes full greene.

Her berries feede the birdes ful oft,
Her leaves swete water make;
Her bowes be set in
For their swete favour's fake.

The birdes do throwd them from the cold
In her we dayly see:
And men make arbers as they wold,
Under the pleasant tree?

every loft,

From the same collection, the following is perhaps the first example in our language now remaining, of the pure and unmixed pastoral: and in the erotic species, for, ease of numbers, elegance of rural allusion, and simplicity of imagery, excels every thing of the kind in Spenser, who is erroneously ranked as our earliest English bucolic. I therefore hope to be pardoned for the length of the quotation.

Phyllida was a faire mayde,
As fresh as any flour ;
Whom Harpalus the herdman prayde
To be her paramour.

Harpalus and eke Corin
Were herdmen both yfere* :
And Phyllida could twist and spin,
And thereto sing full clere.

2 Fol. 109.

a Together.

But

And yet

But Phyllida was all too coy
For Harpalus to winne;
For Corin was her only joy
Who forst her not a pinne 5.

How often would the flowers twine ?
How often garlandes make
Of couslips and of columbine ?
And al for Corin's fake.

But Corin he had hawkes to lure,
And forced more the fielde;
Of lovers lawe he toke no cure,
For once he was begilde d.

Harpalus prevailed nought,
His labour all was lost;
For he was fardest from her thought,

he loved her most.
Therefore waxt he both pale and leane,
And drye as clot of clay;
His fleshe it was consumed cleane,
His colour gone away.

His beard it had not long be shave,
His heare hong all unkempt';
A man fit even for the grave,
Whom spitefull love had spent.

His eyes were red, and all forewatched,
His face besprent with teares ;
It femde Vnhap had him long hatched
In mids of his dispaires.

His clothes were blacke and also bare,
As one forlorne was he:
Upon his head alwayes he ware

A wreath of wyllow tree. + Loved her not in the least.

f Uncombed. • More engaged in field-sports.

& Over-watched. That is, her eyes were Deceived. Had once been in love. always awake, never closed by fleep. Clod.

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