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THAT EVERY OBJECT HE CONTEMPLATED AT WINDSOR REMINDING HIM OF HIS PAST HAPPINESS,
INCREASED HIS PRESENT SORROW.
When Windsor walls sustain'd my wearied arm;
Careless.-- Rakil, or rakle, seems synonymous with reckless.
It is now universally admitted that Lord Vaux, the poet, was not Nicholas the first peer, but Thomas, the second baron of that name. He was one of those who attended Cardinal Wolsey on his embassy to Francis the First. He received the order of the Bath at the coronation of Anne Boleyn, and was for some time Captain of the island of Jersey. A considerable number of his pieces are found in the Paradise of Dainty Devices. Mr. Park' has noticed a passage in the prose prologue to Sackville's Introduction to the Mirror for Magistrates, that Lord Vaux had undertaken to complete the history of King Edward's two sons who were murdered in the Tower, but that it does not appear he ever executed his intention.
UPON HIS WHITE HAIRS.
FROM THE AGED LOVER'S RENUNCIATION OF LOVE.
* * * * * : *
Royal and Noble Authors.
Wherefore I joy that you may see
They be the lines that lead the length
They be the strings of sober sound,
God grant to those that white hairs have,
Was a principal contributor to the Paradise of Dainty Devices, and one of our earliest dramatic authors. He wrote two comedies, one entitled Damon and Pythias, the other Palamon and Arcite, both of which were acted before Queen Elizabeth. Besides his regular dramas he appears to have contrived masques, and to have written verses for pageants; and is described as having been the first fiddle, the most fashionable sonneteer, and the most facetious mimic of the Court. In the beginning of Elizabeth's reign he was one of the gentlemen of her chapel, and master of the children there, having the character of an excellent musician. His please ing little poem, the Amantium iræ, has been so often
reprinted, that, for the sake of variety, I have se· lected another specimen of his simplicity.
HE REQUESTETH SOME FRIENDLY COMFORT,
AFFIRMING HIS CONSTANCY.
The mountains high, whose lofty tops do meet the
haughty sky; The craggy rock, that to the sea free passage doth
The aged oak, that doth resist the force of blustring
blast; The pleasant herb, that every where a pleasant smell
doth cast; The lion's force, whose courage stout declares a
prince-like might; The eagle, that for worthiness is born of kings in
Then these, I say, and thousands more, by tract of
time decay, And, like to time, do quite consume, and fade from
form to clay; But my true heart and service vow'd shall last time
out of mind, And still remain as thine by doom, as Cupid hath
assigned; My faith, lo here! I vow to thee, my troth thou
know'st too well ; My goods, my friends, my life, is thine; what need
I more to tell? I am not mine, but thine; I vow thy hests I will
obey, And serve thee as a servant ought, in pleasing if I
may; And sith I have no flying wings, to serve thee as I
wish, Ne fins to cut the silver streams, as doth the gliding fish;