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It dawns; but as along the sky it goes,
If thus a victim to Misfortune's snares,
If not to this the brilliant hues belong, That decorate an happier son of Song, Breath'd from the heart; in age, as once in youth, O stamp it with the holier praise of Truth!
Lee Priory, Sept. 12, 1815.
N E indulgent, Reader, to this first Spe
cimen of the Productions of a private
Press, with which my love for Literature has impelled me to amuse myself. Three more Parts, sufficient to make together two Volumes, are proposed to be given at intervals, as inclination, joined with leisure, prompts my pen. Meantime, the LEE PRIORY Press will be principally employed in furnishing the Literary Collectors with Reprints of some of the curious Tracts of former days, in which there shall be an attempt to add beauty of Typography and Wood-engraving, to the interest of the matter selected from the rarities of the Black Letter Stores.
Lee Priory, Sept. 30, 1818.