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“My passed life nought suffereth me to doubt
“ know : “ And this decease shall bring eternal life. “ Yea, and (unless I fail, and all in vain, “ Rome, I sometime thy Augur chosen was,) “ Not evermore shall friendly Fortune thee • Favour, Antonius ! Once the day shall come “ When her dear wights, by cruel spite thus slain, “ Victorious Rome shall at thy hands require. “ Melikes, therewhile, go see the hoped heaven.” Speech had he left, and therewith he, good man, His throat prepar'd, and held his head unmov’d. His hasting to those Fates the very knights Be loth to see, and, rage rebated, when They his bare neck beheld, and his hoar hairs, Scant could they hold the tears that forth 'gan
burst, And almost fell from bloody hands the swords. Only the stern Herennius with grim look, “ Dastards, why stand you still ?” he saith, and
Which durst Antonius' life so lively paint.
This poet (says Mr Warton) was probably Thomas Lord
Vaux, of Harrowden, in Northamptonshire, son of Lord Nicholas, with whom (though no poet), as Mr Ritson observes, he has been confounded by Wood, and others. Puttenbam gave the first occasion to this mistake. He succeeded his father in 1528, was summoned to Parliament in 1531, and seems to have lived till the latter end of Queen Mary's reign. Two poems in Tottel's collection, viz. “ The Assault of Cupid,” and that which begins,
“ I loath that I did love,” (from whence three stanzas are quoted in the song of the grave-diggers in
Hamlet) are certainly his.
of Dainty Devices.”
Vaux, son of the above nobleman, and ascribes to him a share in the poems contained in the collection just men
tioned, but adduces no authority. See Percy's Reliques, 1. 49, and Lord Walpole's Royal and
The Assault of Cupid upon the Fort, where the Lover's
Heart lay wounded, and how he was taken.
HEN Cupid scaled first the fort
That I must yield, or die therefore.
Therë saw I Love
the wall, How he his banner did display; « Alarm! alarm !” he 'gan to call,
And bade his soldiers keep array.
the which that Cupid bare,
The steadfast love he always meant,
There might you see his band all drest
In colours like to white and black;
To bring the fort to spoil and sack,
Good-will, the master of the shot,
Stood in the rampire, brave and proud ;
- Assault ! assault !" to cry aloud.
There might you hear the çannons roar;
Each piece discharg'd a lover's look ;
In any place whereas they took.
And even with the trumpet's sown
The scaling-ladders were up set : And Beauty walked up and down,
With bow in hand, and arrows whet.
Then first Desire began to scale,
And shrouded him under his targe, As one the worthiest of them all,
And aptest for to give the charge.
Then pushed soldiers with their pikes,
And halberdiers, with handy strokes ; The hargabushe 2 in flash it lights,
And dims the air with misty smokes.
And, as it is the 3. soldiers use,
When shot and powder 'gins to want, I hanged up my flag of truce
And pleaded for my lifés grant.
When Fancy thus had made her breach,
And Beauty enter'd with her band, With bag and baggage (silly wretch)
I yielded into-Beauty's hand.