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To the Reader.
IT is now grown a common custome to seek thy good will by an Epistle, and therein to move thy affection to be fa∣vourable to the present work, wherein I need not bestow any great pains, for this is a translation of Ovids last book which he writ in banishment, and therefore if you would set before your eyes the present estate wherein he then lived, it would exceedingly move your pitty towards him. Ima∣gine that you saw Ovid in the Land of Pontus, where he whose company was so much desired, was now banish'd from all company; he that was once the Darling of the Muses, now made the subject of misery; he that drank choise wines, now drinks spring water; he that wore a wreath of Bayes, now wears a wreath of Cypress: and to conclude, he that was once so famous, was now as much un∣fortunate, and all this was most unworthily in∣flicted on him for some offence committed against Caesar, and also for writing that unhappy Book which he called the Art of Love; for these two he accuses as the causers of his banishment; du∣ring which time he writ this last Book, entituling it his Tristium, because it contained his sorrow: