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IN EIGHT VOLUMES.
FROM THE TEXT OF MR. UPTON, &c.
WITH THE LIFE OF THE AUTHOR.
Goe, little Booke! thyself present,
*RINTED UNDER THE DIRECTION OF J. BELL,
BRITISH LIBRARY, STRAND,
THE PRINCE OF WALES.
When SPENSER saw the fame was spredd so large
VERSES TO THE AUTHOR.
The Legend of Artegall, or of Justice.
I. So oft as I with state of present time The image of the antique world compare, Whenas man's age was in his freshest prime, And the first blossome of faire vertue bare, Such oddes I finde twixt those and these which are, As that, through long continuance of his course, Me seemes the world is runne quite out of square From the first point of his appointed sourse, And being once amisse, growes daily wourse and
[wourse : For from the Golden Age, that first was named, It's now at earst become a stonie one; And men themselves, the which at first were framed Of earthly mould, and form’d of flesh and bone, Are now transformed into hardest stone, Such as behind their backs (so backward bred) Were throwne by Pyrrha and Deucalione; And if then those may any worse be red, They into that ere long will be degendered.