The Golden Age

When first Both Gods and Men had one Times Birth;
The Gods, of diverse languag'd Men, on Earth,
A golden world produc't; That did sustaine
Old Saturnes Rule, when He in heaven did raigne;
And then liv'd Men, like Gods, in pleasure here;
Indu'd with Mindes secure; from Toyles, Griefs, cleer;
Nor noysom Age made any crooked There.
Their feet went ever naked as their hands;
Their Cates were blessed, serving their Commands,
With ceaselesse Plenties; All Daies, sacred made
To Feasts, that surfets never could invade.
Thus liv'd they long; and died, as seisd with sleep;
All Good things serv'd them; Fruits did ever keep
Their free fields crownd; That all abundance bore;
All which, All equall shar'd; And none wisht more.
And when the Earth had hid them; Joves will was,
The Good should into heavenly Natures passe;
Yet still held state, on Earth; And Guardians were
Of all best Mortals, still surviving there;
Observ'd works just, and unjust; clad in Aire;
And gliding undiscoverd, every where;
Gave Riches where they pleas'd; And so were reft
Nothing, of All the Royall Rule they left.
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Hesiod
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