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ARETINA; OR, The Serious Romance. (Book 1)
MELANCHOLY having lodged it self in the generous breast of Mo∣nanthropus (lately Chancellour of Egypt) did, by the chain of its Charms, so fetter the feet of his Reason, that nothing pleased him now but that whereby he might please that passion; think∣ing all time mispent which was not spent in its service, frequenting more Woods than Men, deeming them the only fit grove to sacrifice in, the choicest of his thoughts to the worst of passions. Wherefore, having one day wandred abroad in a neighbouring Desert, he came at last to a deep Valley, fruitfull of nothing but Trees, and Trees fruitfull of nothing but Me∣lancholy, overlookt by Rocks, in whose wrink∣••ed faces, aged Time had plowed thousands of deep furrows, whose gloomy brows threatned