Penny Dreadfuls, 1602 · page 225 of 400
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# What's on This Page This is a page of running prose poetry from *Albion's England*, a narrative poem. The visible text concludes one story (about the fair Rose and King Henry) and introduces another tale about an Earl and his Countess. The passage moralizes about beauty versus virtue, patience versus impatience, and appears to be transitioning between episodes. A chapter heading ("CHAP. XLII") divides the content. This is characteristic serialized verse narrative—not a penny dreadful as initially described, but rather an early modern literary work, likely from a later reprint or anthology popular in Victorian times.
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Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.
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