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HERE was an ancient sage philosopher That had read Alexander Ross over, And swore the world, as he could prove, Was made of fighting, and of love. Just so romances are, for what else Is in them all but love and battles? O' th' first of these w' have no great matter To treat of, but a world o' th' latter: In which to do the injured right, We mean in what concerns just fight. Certes, our Authors are to blame, For to make some well-sounding name A pattern fit for modern knights To copy out in frays and fights, Like those that do a whole street raze, To build a palace in the place; They never care how many others They kill, without regard of mothers,