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For when that of this wicked Age once opened was the veyne Therein all mischief rushed forth: then Fayth and Truth were faine And honest shame to hide their heades: for whom crept stoutly in, Craft, Treason, Violence, Envie, Pride and wicked Lust to win. The shipman hoyst his sailes to wind, whose names he did not knowe: And shippes that erst in toppes of hilles and mountaines had ygrowe, Did leape and daunce on uncouth waves: and men began to bound With dowles and diches drawen in length the free and fertile ground, Which was as common as the Ayre and light of Sunne before. Not onely corne and other fruites, for sustnance and for store, Were now exacted of the Earth: but eft they gan to digge, And in the bowels of the ground unsaciably to rigge, For Riches coucht and hidden deepe, in places nere to Hell, The spurres and stirrers unto vice, and foes to doing well. Then hurtfull yron came abrode, then came forth yellow golde, More hurtfull than the yron farre, then came forth battle bolde, That feightes with bothe, and shakes his sword in cruell bloudy hand. Men live by ravine and by stelth: the wandring guest doth stand In daunger of his host: the host in daunger of his guest: And fathers of their sonne in lawes: yea seldome time doth rest, Betweene borne brothers such accord and love as ought to bee. The goodman seekes the goodwifes death, and his againe seeks shee. The stepdames fell their husbandes sonnes with poyson do assayle. To see their fathers live so long the children doe bewayle. All godlynesse lies under foote. And Ladie Astrey, last Of heavenly vertues, from this earth in slaughter drowned past. And to thintent the earth alone thus should not be opprest, And heaven above in slouthfull ease and carelesse quiet rest, Men say that Giantes went about the Realme of Heaven to win To place themselves to raigne as Gods and lawlesse Lordes therein. And hill on hill they heaped up aloft into the skie, Till God almighty from the Heaven did let his thunder flie, The dint whereof the ayrie tops of high Olympus brake, And pressed Pelion violently from under Ossa strake. When whelmed in their wicked worke those cursed Caitives lay, The Earth their mother tooke their bloud yet warme and (as they say) Did give it life. And for bicause some ympes should still remaine