Art of Poesie, 1589, terms this heel treading kind of
verse.

" A Dump * vpon the death of the most noble Henrie,
late Earle of Pembrooke.

" Death hath depriu'd me of my deerest friend,
My deerest friend is dead, and laid in graue:
In graue he rests vntill the world shall end;
The world shall end, and end shall all things haue :
All things haue end on earth, that nature wrought:
That nature wrought shall vnto dust be brought :

To dust be brought the worthiest wights on ground;
On ground who hues, in ground consume he must ;
Consume he must whom sorrow doth confound:
Sorrow doth confound the mind that care doth rust :

That care doth rust full soone care will deuour ;

Care will deuour where care hath greatest pow'r :

Where care hath greatest pow'r it frets the heart ;
It frets the heart and doth perplex the spirit :
The spirit perplext procures the bodies smart:
The bodies smart doth quite expell delight:
Expell delight, then life is like to death :
To death I yeeld, yet cannot lose my breath :

My breath, why did it not forsake me than:
Me than, eu'n then, when that my friend deceast
My friend deceast, eu'n as my ioyes began :
My ioyes began, eu'n as my ioyes surccast :
My ioyes surceast eu'n as my friend did dy :
My friend did die, and so would God might I.

I. IV

J. H.

* Seethe notes on Romeo and Juliet, ed. 1803, Vol. XX. p, 2:0;
and Hawkinses History of Mustek, Vol. IV. p. 26.

The



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% The Scourge of Folly. Consisting of satyricall Epi-
gramms, and others in honor of' many noble and
worthy Persons of our Land. Together, with a plea-
sant (though discordant) Descant vpon most English
Proutrbes: and others. (Vignette showing] Witt,
[with a label] may vp with him if he were my brother:
[scourging the bare posteriors of] Folly [horsed on
the back ofj Time; [with the hoofs of a Satyr.] At
London, printed by E. A for Richard Redmer, sould
at his shop at ye. west gate of P aides. Oct. n. rl.
p. p. 264, and introduction 7 leaves. The whole title
engraved.

A dedicatory Sonnet " to the most noble Theophilvs
Lord VValden," solicits him to " accept this scumme
of wit that flyes before the breath of laughter, lighter
then this froth." Several " passages before thebooke,"
to the printer, world, &c. " The Scourge of Folly," or
first part, contains about three hundred epigrams, on
various subjects ; a few of them personal. The second
part is "vpon English prouerbs;" chiefly I believe se-
lected from Old Hey wood's Proverbs. Of above four
hundred, the following are amply sufficient specimens.

,f Baccare quoth Mortimer vnto his sowc,
But where's a Mortimer to say so now ?"

" Hec's a Tench whistler; that is but an ynehr,
Whistling an Hunts-vp in the King's Bench."

" That epigram passeth all that I know,

With which there is but a word arid a blow "'

The last part consists of short epigrammatic pieces,
addressed " to worthy persons." Perhaps the following
copious extracts have their principal claim to notice from
the persons addressed. Other names of public characters
occur, which, though too numerous to repeat, consti-
tute the whole work a valuable acquisition to the col-
lector.*

* Near the close of the volume is a poem entitled Paper's Com-
plaint, of which an account has been given bv Mr. Park, in Cens.
Lit. Vol. VI. p. 275.

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ei To Mr. Thomas Bastard, and the Reader.

" Bastard, thine Epigrams to sport inclines;
Yet, I protest, that one delights me best,
Which saith the reader soone dcuoures thy lines,
Which thou in many boures could'st scarce digest :
So fa^es it twixt the reader and my Muse:
For that which she compiles with paine t God wot)
This word she chooseth, that she d th refuse,
This hue sue enteriines, thai she dotii blot:
Heere's too much ornament, and there it lackes,
This figure 's farre fetcht, oat with it againe :
That phrase of affectation too much smackes;
This reason rime doth racke and too mucli straine
That simili's improper men ' the same:
This application ' harsh, harmonious make it:
Fye, out vpon .. this versed foote is lame;
Let it goe vpright, or a mischief? take it :
Yet it run i;es ill, the cadence crabbed is,
Away with it, for shame, it rnarres the rest;
Giue it sweet accent: fy, fy, yet I misse;
Stores make me scarce, I know not which is best.
Heere is a bodge, bots on t ; farwell my pen;
My Muse is dull'd, another time shall serue;
Tomorrow shee (perhaps) shall too't agenj
And yet to morrow she (perhaps; may swerue.
Well, yet at last, the poem being pen'd,
The printer it presents to readers view;
Some foule mouth'd readers thtn (which God amend)
So slop them vp, that it would make one spew
To see how rudely they deuoure at once
More wit than ere their head-peece held pet chance :
As if my wit were minced for the nonce,
For them with ease to swallow with a vengance.
Yet preethee reader, be not so vnkinde,
(Though I am bold with thee) to eate me too:
I beg (being thy poore cooke) but thy best winde,
It thou wilt not do this, thou'lt little doo :

But, it 1 shall not be beholden to thee,

A rough ryme choake thee ; eate, and much good do
thee."

To the worthy, ingenious, and learned Knight, S r .
John Harrington, translator of Ariosto.

" Deere Knight, thy nature is too like mine own ,
To leaue thee out of my remembrances :
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Thy muse, of yore, this very way hath flowne ;
And, plum'd on woodcockes, wrens and ostridges:
But now my Muse (with pownces not so strong,
Hauing some geese to pull) inuokes thy Muse
To beare the burden of her merry song,
To make them sorry who the world abuse:

Thine can worke wonders in this kinde; and mine
(Perhaps) may make them grone she pulls like thine."

" To my worthily disposed friend, Mr. Sam. Daniell.

" I heare thy Muse in court doth trauell now,

Arte speede her feete, and grace (there) speede her plow :
If they come short, then gaine by other drifts;
The more thou get'st, the more it's like thy guifts:
If yet too short ; (to ad an other size)
Get one foote's length, thou by thy feete shalt rise,
With Pegasus, from Pernasse to the skyes."

" To my well accomplish' d friend Mr. Ben Iohnson.

" I loue thy parts, so, must I loue thy whole :
Then, still be whole in thy beloued parts :
Th' art sound in body : but, some say any soule
Enuydoth vlcer : yet corrupted hearts
Such censures may haue : but, if thou bee
An enuious soule, would thou could'st enuy mee.
But (ah !) I feare my vertues are too darke
For Enuie's shadow, from so bright a sparke."

" To my much esteemed Mr. Inego Iones, oar English
Zeuxis, and Vitruuius.

" I once did sup with thee, deere Inego,
For nothing; then, to me thou art not soe :
Yet deere thou art to me for thy deere worth,
"Which I by speaking-picture, would paint forth,
If my small pen thy pencill equall could :
Then take not what I can, but what I would;
If not, take this, (as I began with thee)
Though thou be deere, thou art not so to mee."

" To my beloued right -u; ell- deseruing friend Mr. John
Speed.

" Sith thou art Speed, and my good friend wifhall,
With Speede lie tell thee thou art prodigal!

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Of thy good guifts ; and giu'st them still for nought
But for merre fame : which comes where Ica-t it's sought.

Bat thou deseru'st a farre raor worthi" fee;

In part of paiment, then, take these of mee."

*' To my right worthily -hehvied Sr. To/in Dailies,
Knight, Attumey Generall of Ireland.
f * Good Sir, your nature so affects my name,

That both your name and nature are mine owne:
And in their loue to both, affect your fame;
Yet hauing not like fortunes, Hue vnknowne,
And (loadstone-like) did not your naiure draw
Mine to the poynt which yours did once protect,
These hard rimes to digest (as rude as raw)
No cause should ere haue brought to this effect.
But yet to imitate our friends in ill,
Is much more ill, and too vnkinde accord:
Of ill you writ too well and so I will
(If so I c.tn) to make ill more abhord :

Then if you like these purgings of my braine,
He neere beleeue that ought it yeelds is vaine."

u To the immortnll memory, and decerned honor of the
writer of the Tragedy of M/isfaoha, fas it is written,
not printed) by Sr Fulk Greuill, Knight.

" Swell provvrlly numbers on words windy seas,
To raise this buskin-poet to the skies ;
And fiK him there among the Pleyades,
To light the Muse in gloomy tragedies.
Vpon Time's scowling brow he hath indore'd
A tragedy that shall that brow out weare;
Wherein the Muse beyond the minde is fore'd
(In rarest raptures) to art's highest spheare:
No line Hut reaches to the firmament
Of highest sense from surest ground of wit;
No word but is like Phebus lueulent :
Then, all yeeld luster well-nere infinite.

So shine bright Scoenes, till, on the starry stage
The gods re-act you in their equipage."

" To the right well-deseruing Mr. Mathew Roy den.*
" Mathew, thou hast t-ine custome (now) so long
Of artes abstruse, that I do inly long

* Rob. Armin notices this wr'ter in the epistle prefixed to the
Italian Taylor and his Boy. See n tices of him in Cens. Lit. I. & II.

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To call thee lo welly to attend on grace,
That leads to glory those that arte do grace:
Thou had'st a Muse as potent in her pow'r
As those in which the heu'ns all graces powre:
'J hen, as my rimes equiuocally meete,
So, double tame for thy like arte, is meete."

To our English Orpheus, my deere friend M. Iohn
Allen.

" Where I thy iudge (deere Iacke) for voice and skill,
Thou as a mortall angell should'st be held;
For, when thy heauenly voice mine eares doth fill,
My soule hath much more ioy then she. can wield.
Whereof (not being dainty to thy friend)
Thou hast of yore so lifted vp my spirit,
That (as in rapture) she heaun's pleasures ken'd:
For which, and for thy loue, and other merrit,
Vpon this paper-stone, He graue thy name,
That times to come may know thee by the same."

To myne ingenious, and learnedly gamesom friend)
Mr. Iohn Owen, the short and sweete Epiqramatist.

" Lend me thine hand ; thine head I would haue said;
(For my hand's firmer, though thy head's more staid)
To add some merry measures vnto myne ;
Then shall my book be prais'd (at least) for thine.
Thou (in the tongue, that schollers most approoue)
About Witts center dost so sweetly moue
Thine orbes of arte, that witts, which them obserue,
Make them for pleasure and for profit serue :
Plasur'd by witt, and profited by skill
So thyne arts heau'n reuolue thy glory still."

" To my deere friend, Mr. Charles Fitz-Iejfery .

'' Great little Charles (great in thine arte and witt,
But euer little in thine owne esteeme)
To thee, that now dost minde but holy writ,
These lynes (though louing) will but lothsome seeme.
Yet, sith in Latine, thou on such did'st fall,
In British now (for now we Brittaines bee)
1 send in such: what? nothing but mine all ;
That's lesse then nothing, in respect of thee:
f'ut if thou tak'st in worth my lesse then nought,
I'legiue thee more then all, when I am ought."

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" To the most iuditious and excellent Lynch. Poet,
Doctor Campion.

<e Vpon myselfe I should iust vengeance take,
Should I omitt thy mention in my rimes,
Whose lines and notes do lullaby (awake)
In heau'ns of pleasure, these vnpleasant times.
Neuer did lyricks more then happie straines,
(Strain'd out of arte by nature; so with ease)
So purely hitt the moods, and various vaines
Of musick, and her hearers, as do these.
So, thou canst cure the body, and the minde,
(Rare Doctor) with thy two-fold soundest arte :
Hipocrates hath taught thee the one kindej
Apollo, and the Mu>>e the other part :
And both so well ; that thou with both dost please
The minde, with pleasure} and the corps, with ease."

" To honest gamesome Robin Jrmin,

That tickles the spleene like an harmeles virmin.

" Armine, what shall I say of thee, but this,
Thou art a foole and knaue? Both ! fie, I misse
And wrong the much : sith thou in deede art neither,
Although in shew thou playest both together.
Wee all (that's kings and all) but players are
Vpon this earthly stage; and, should haue care
To play our parts so properly that wee
May at the end gaine an applauditee.
Rut most men ouer-act, misse-act, or misse
The action which to them peculie.r is :
And, the more high the part is which they play,
The more they misse in what they do or say.
So that when off the stage, by death they wend,
Men rather hisse at them then them commend.
Rut (honest Robin) thou with harmelesse mirth
Dost please the world and (so) enioyst the earth,
That others but possesse with care that stings;
So mak'st thy life more happy farre then kings.
And so much more our lone should thee imbrace,
Sith still thou liu'st with some that dye to grace,
And yet art honest (in despight of lets,)
Which earnes more praise then forced goodnesse gets.
So play thy part, be honest still with mirth,
Then when th' art in the tyring-house of earth,
Thou being his sernant whome all kings do seme,
Maist for thy part well play'd, like praise deserue.
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For in that tvring-hou=e when either bee,
Y'are one mans men, tiid equall in degee,
So thou, in sport, the happiest men dost schoole
To do as thou dost, wise!)' play the foole."

J. H.



U Wits Bedlam,

Where is had,



Whipping cheer, to cure the mad,

The Booke.

Those Epigrams faine would I owe,
Where every word is a u ord and a Mow.
Reprofes, where they a>e well deseru'd. must be well

paide. At London, printed by G. Kid. and are to

be sould by femes Dauies. at the Bed Crosse nere
Fleetc-streele Conduit. 1617. Oct L in 8.

Some anonvmous dedicatory lines are entitled " to
the Right Noble Lord the L'arle of Buckingham, be much
mirth, permanent pleasure, and endlesse happinesse,
here, and elsewhere " Like the subject of the preceding
article, this has several short pieces as ** passages before
the Epigrams," which are near 40c; and at the end
about eighty Epitaphs. The identity of the author is
early traced :

" Be quiet wit, lcaue beating of my braine
To do the worke of playing but >n crimes:
To Scourge the Follyes of the; world is vaine,
If thy whips lines be nought but rotten rymes.

There also occurs an address from

" The Booke to Grauitie.

" Sterne Ginuity auert thy face from me;
Or ooke not saddlv on me: for, I am
Too light, somewhere, for eyes too sad to see;
And yet such lightnesse shews but vice her shame;
But to reprone \\re viciously, is more
Amisse, 1 feare, the salu's wors<; than the sore :

Yet



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Yet grace itselfe can hardly wit perswade,
That it is sin to call a spade a spade."

" Against the nobly-descended Muscus, who wedded a
Butcher's fat daughter.

" The well-borne Muscus wedded hath of late
A Butcher's daughter fat, for pounds & plate :
Which match is like a pudding, sith in that
He puts the bloud, her father all the fat."

" Of Maurits his Orpheus-like melody.

" Maurus, last morne, at's mistris window plaid
An Hunts-vp on his lute : but she, (it's said)
Threw stones at him: so he, like Orpheus, there,
Made stones come flying his sweet notes to heare."

" Of the deemesse of Phisitions.

" Like haukes phisitions euer are esteem'd,

Which as they kill thrush, partridge, duck, or crane,
Are priz'd thereafter : so, is euer deem'd
Phisitions skill by those they kill, or bane.
If but poore clownes or tradesmen they destroy,
Th' are held of small accompt : if lords, or earles,
Then more, much more: but if they skill employ
To kill a prince, th' are held as deere as pearles :
Then all phisitions, that would faine be de. j re,
Employ their skill, at least, to kill a peere.

" Of the Carpet-Knights Sir Sim Soust Gurnerd, his
Quarter- braules.

" Sir Sim Soust-Gurnerd, loues notes fresh & sweet,
And hath an organ chamber'd next the street,
Whereon he playes of purpose as appeares,
To haue all passers by him by the eares :
Yet sweetly braules in tune with stroakes of art,
But dares not strike a Discord for bis heart."

" The ricrhtest Seruinpmen are the Tightest Courtiers.

O O o

" Courtiers may seruingmen be stil'd : what then ?
Then cannot they serue God, for seruing men."

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" To my learnedly witty friend, Mr. Beniamin loknsort,

" Thy sconst, mat guards ihy wits as it they guard,
Large, round, & sound, yet no whit can be spnr d :
For thy Wits ihrong that plenty makes thee scarce,
"Which makes th-e slow, as sure in prose or verse,
As say thy worst detractors; then, it thou
For all eternity, writ'st sure and slowe,
Thy Wits, as they come thronging out of dore,
Do siicke awhile, to spread their praise the more."

" To my deare Mother, * the titty of Hereford,

" Thou gau'st me breath, and I will giue thee fame
By writing, in a double kind: thy name
1 norro\'d once to add to mine : and yet
I hold to it still ; for whicl) the debt
Is clearest fame; lie pay thee at long running,
ELe shall my hand and head forget their cuuning."

" Epitaph vpon a noted common Iyer, lack ap lack.

" Here lies lack ap lack: and wotyee why ?
A Hue he still lyde; and dead still must lye:
Who, in his life lvde willingly sill,
But here in death, lies against his will."

" The Author' 1 s Epitaph.

" Long after all was made, I made, was marr'd
By error of my parents ere I err'd :
For to the world T came through their offence,
Which made me sinfull in mine innocence.
I lou d the Muses, and sought by them
Long life in this iife's shadow of a dreame ;
But, I am gon ; and my remaines (l gesse)
Are but tlv laboures of my idlenesse,
Which, liuing. die : so all thereby J got
Is Fame, (perhaps) which (past perhaps) is not;
At least is not to me, sith dead 1 am:
And hane no sence of aire, Fame's surer name:
I lou'd faire writ i' g. and could write as faire
As any mat tor that had got that aire.

* An Epigram, in the Scourge of Folty, is inscribed " to icy
Iouing and decie mother," &c.

I taught



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I taught it others, hut my greatest fee

Was fairest fam*; the fowler shame for mee

In mens accompt, who hold all gettings vaine,

That tend to grace and glory more than gaine.

My heart was manly in a double sence,

Kind to my friends, and apt to giue ofence

To mv offenders : so heart, hand and bead,

Had precious guifts, that did me little stead,

I found the world as Abel found it, sith

ft harm'd me mo->t that medl'd least therewith.

I found mv flesh my hou-hold foe, while I

The diuell found my fornugne enemy :

So inwardly and outwardly 1 found

My life stili mi'litant, till in this ground

I lay ii'trench'd : where sate ! lie trom fight,

Eq"?.l to Ca?ar in <>ur present plight:

If oddes there bet herein it now doth rest,

I, being a Christian man, must needs be best :

My sonte is in his hard thai made me so:

His glories subicct still, in weale^ or woe."



J. H.



^[ The Golden- groue, moralized in three lookes: A
worke very necessary for all such, as would know how
to gouerne themselues, their houses, or their counlrey.
Made by W. Vau^han, Master of Artes, and
Graduate in the Ciuill Law. The second edition.
7iow lately reuiewed and enlarged by the Authour.
Imprinted at London by Simon Stafford; and aie to
be sold by hichnrd Serger and John Browne. 160S.
Oct. D d in eights.

William Vaughan, Cambro-Br'ton, as he stvlcs him-
self, was son of Walter Vaughan, of the Golden-Grove,
in Carmarthenshire, Esq. In July, I -" 9 1 , he was a
scholar at Westminster, and, according to Wood, be-
came a Commoner of Jesus College, in Michaelmas
term of the same year, then aged fourteen. 1 he fruits
of his scholastic attainments began to appear uncom-
monly early. By the extract, from his Address to the

Reader,



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Reader, presently given, dated in 1599, it will be found
he prepared for printing an easy paraphrase of Persius, in
English and Latin, above seven years before, and when
he could only be in his fifteenth year. * In 1597-8, the
publications, enumerated by his biographer, also be-
speak a prematurity of genius not usually discovered in
one scarcely escaped from the teens. However, the dates
are partially confirmed, as in the Golden Groue, he relates
f ' in the yeere of our Lord 1589, 1 being as then but a boy,
do remember." And that work, which first appeared as
early as 1600, shews an extensive reading of both ancient
and modern writers, and an acute observation of the pass-
ing world. He shortly after 1600 visited Vienna, and, his
biographer says, after performing some exercise, " did
proceed Doctor there, and, at his return, was incorpo-
rated at Oxon. in the same faculty, Anno 1605." Some
of his works were dedicated to his royal master Charles
the First, and he speaks of Sir William Alexander, Wil-
liam Burton, John Florio, and others, with the familiarity
of close acquaintance. He is supposed to have been
living at Cambriol, Newfoundland, 1628.

* His announced translation and commentary on Persius, as
well as that of Juvenal, mentioned in the same address, probably
awakened the ardour of Wood, who, not doubting he had other
things extant, unavailingly sought for them, as he says, " with
great scrutiny." Strange that our biographer, who appears by his
columns to have skimmed over the pages of the Golden Fleece
(which forms the subject of the next article) and with his " great
scrutiny 1 ' should not pay some attention to the following pas-
sages in that work. At p. 13, " after the example of Traiano
Boccalini, who vnder that title brought forth most plausible Rag-
gualioes, and by mee now of late communicated to our English
readers. " Again, p. 22, " Fame, by sound of trumpet, had pub-
lished at Parnassus, what great contentment and pleasing comfort
the wise and couragious Prince Charles, Monarch of Great Brit-
taine, tooke in reading the Ragualioes and Auisoes of this high and
transcendent court, written by Boccalini in Italian, and with kind
and gracious acceptation receiiu d them Englished at the hands of
one Vaughan, a Cambrobritain, together with certaine presents,
called Cambrensium Caroleia," &c. Further our author is told
he had exasperated the Papists, " specially in your Golden Groue,
and your Circles called the spirit of detraction coniured and conuicted.'"'
Neither this piece, or the translation from Boccalini, are noticed
in the Ath. Ox. See Vol. I. col. $z2.

Back



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Back of the title to the Golden Groue is " Ad fratrem
cle Insignibus suis Kpigramma." It is dedicated to Sir
John V. of Golden-Groue, Knight, and dated " from
Jesus Colledge, in Oxford, Anno Domini, 1599. Your
louing brother, William Vaughan." The address to the
reader, already referred to, thus concludes:

" Whereas in these books I make often mention of my
commentaries vpon Persius, thou shalt vnderstand, thai I haue
had the" ready, together with a most eaie paraphrase- in English
and Latine, to be printed aboue seuen y eres agoe, but foreer-
taine respects, I caused the~ to be closed in a case of delay and
adiourneied, till I rind better lcysure to put them forth. For
eue~ thus & thus must we take opportunitie for y . publishing
of our labours, how soeuer they may chance to phase the
curious sort but so and i-o. If I could promise my selfe kind
h gracious acceptance, I would promise our age the like Co~-
mentaries vpon a satvrist of the like vaiue, eueu the learned
Iuvenal, thereby to stirre vp other men,



quos at-quus amauit



Iupiter, aut ardens euexit ad aethera virtus,

to giue light to his gloomie and hidden cxcellencie. In the
meane time view ouer this Golden-groue seriousl)', and, if thou
reapest any good thereby, glorifie the great Lord of Hierarchies.,
who for thy sake gaue me grace to name it. Farewcle.
Anno \5Qg. Thine in the Lord. W. V "

The commendatory verses by *' at least pretenders to
poetry," are in Latin, with signatures of " Ioharmes
Williams, S. Theologian Doctor & publicus professor in
Academia 0>onicnsi." " Gulielmus Oshern, Procurator
Academic Oxoniensis " '' Henricus Pricius S. Theo-
logiae Bachalerus, & Collcgii sancti Iohannis Socius."
" Griffinis Powel." ' Johannes ttudden." 4> Nicholaus
Lanfford, Art. Magister." " Thomas Came, Art. Ma-
gister." ' Gabriel Powel." In I nglish. " Thotnas
Storer," *' Samuel Powel," "John Raulinson," Masters
of Arts. " Charles Fitz-Geffrey," *, and < '1 homas

Michelbome."

* " In praise of the Golcleu-Grouc, moralized by Master Vaughan.

" Ainid rhe vaile of Idae's bwshie groue,

Before a b: ibi.il iud t e (such was tiitir fitc)
A I rinitio of geddessts once strode:
Gold caus'd tiicir strife (the cause of all debstc.)

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Michelborne." Then follow the arguments. The work