Reminds me of Sir Edmund Spenser's "The Faerie Queene" ... I always loved that poem, even if he never actually finished it.
The Faerie Queene. Book v. Proem. St. 3. Let none then blame me, if in discipline Of vertue and of civill uses lore, I doe not forme them to the common line Of present dayes, which are corrupted sore, But to the antique use which was of yore, When good was onely for it selfe desyred, And all men sought their owne, and none no more; When Justice was not for most meed out-hyred, But simple Truth did rayne, and was of all admyred.
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