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The good is lost that's done unto a fo. The greater glory to o'ercome him so. Gold is the God that conquers in all parts. True magnanimity doth ravish hearts. rich treasures serve for th'arters of the war. No, but courageous hearts that all things dare. The want of wages makes a mutinous band. But who dare disobey, when I command? Why should you, Sir, contemn so rich a treasure? A noble spirit with praise no gain doth measure. But who delights in such an airy store? If I be singular, I ask no more. Although that you conceive no such suspicion, Yet I hear how your soldiers oft exclaim, They sacrifice their bloods for your ambition, And perish to perpetuate your name. And yet, without regard what they endure, You compass all the empire of the East, And more within your mind: this may procure Some sudden tumult, when you fear it least. Retire in time, while as the heavens are clear: You have performed, performed, and that right soon, More than your own could hope, your foes could fear, Or then the world can credit, when 'tis done. Your worth in war is wonderfully shown, And to the terror of all Asia tried: Now let your skill in peace be likewise known, And for the maintenance of your state provide. Good government the same of Kings doth raise No less than conquest made of Realms and towns: 'Tis harder far, and doth deserve more praise To guide, then get: to keep, then conquer crowns. Your glory in her highest sphere is placed, And may not move except it be more low: And if it once descend to be disgraced, Each artisan your statues will o'erthrow, For in the war, as you may well perceive, No little part dependeth upon fame: If we but once the least affront receive, The world will gather to extirp our name. Then tempt not Fortune further than you need, Let reason bridle this aspiring thought: lest, whilst your hopes with trophies feigned you feed, A moment turn your travels all to nought. Let Darius be a lively patron now Of th'ever-changing course of states and crowns: That Prince to whom the Orient once did bow, His desolation only now renowns. He scarcely loat length become content To call you King, though twice put in disorder: In dowry with his daughter doth present The famous Euphrates, to be your border. Or otherwise he condescends to give Great store of Gold, or what yourself desires, If that his mother, wife, and children live, To have them rendered, as he oft requires. And let not vain ambition blind your eyes: Remember what strange nations will embrace him, Whom scarce he knows by name, or never sees, Where if he fled, your troops would tire to chase him. Peace, peace Parmenio, now thou makest me rage, With these words unworthy of our ears: It seems the coldness of decaying age, Hath killed thy courage with a frost of fears.
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The good is loſte that's done vnto a fo. The greater glorie to o'recomme him ſo. Golde is the God that conquers in all parts. True magnanimitie doth rauiſh harts. Riche treaſures ſerue for th'arters of the war. No, but couragious harts that all things darre. The want of wages makes a mutinous band. But who dare diſobey, when I command? Why ſhould you, Sir, cōtemne ſo rich a treaſure? A noble ſpirit with praiſe no gain doth meaſure. But who delites in ſuch an airie ſtore? If I be ſingular, I aske no more. Although that you conceaue no ſuch ſuſpitiō, Yet I heare how your ſouldiers oft exclame, They ſacrifize their bloods for your ambition, And periſh to perpetuate your name. And yet, without regarde what they indure, You compaſſe all the empire of the Eaſt, And more within your minde: this may procure Some ſuddaine tumult, when you feare it leaſt. Retire in time, while as the heauens are cleare: You haue perform'd, perform'd, and that right ſone, More thē your own could hope, your foes could feare, Or then the world can credite, when 'tis done. Your worth in warre is wonderfullie ſhowne, And to the terrour of all Aſia tryde: Now let your skill in peace be likewiſe knowne, And for the maint'nance of your ſtate prouide. Good gouernment the ſame of Kings doth raiſe No leſſe then conqueſt made of Realmes and townes: 'Tis harder farre, and doth deſerue more praiſe To guide, then get: to keepe, then conquere crownes. Your glorie in her hieſt ſpheare is plac'd, And may not moue except it be more lowe: And if it once diſcend to be diſgrac'd, Each artizan your ſtatues will o're-throwe, For in the warre, as you may well perceiue, No little part dependeth vpon fame: If we but once the leaſt affront receiue, The world will gather to exſtripe our name. Then tempt not Fortune further then you neede, Let reaſon bridle this aſpyring thought: Leaſt, whil'ſt your hopes with trophees faind you feed, A moment turne your trauels all to nought. Let Darius be a liuelie patrone now Of th'euer-changing courſe of ſtates and crownes: That Prince to whom the Orient once did bow, His deſolation onely now renounes. He ſcarſelie loat length become content To call you King, though twiſe put in diſ-order: In dowrie with his daughter doth preſent The famous Euphrates, to be your border. Or otherwiſe he condiſcends to giue Great ſtore of Gold, or what your ſelfe deſires, If that his mother, wife, and children liue, To haue them rend'red, as he oft requires. And let not vaine ambition blind your eies: Remember what ſtrange nations will imbrace him, Whom ſcarce he knowes by name, or neuer ſees, Where if he fled, your troups would tire to chace him. Peace, peace Parmenio, now thou makeſt me rage, With theſe words vn-worthy of our eares: It ſeemes the coldeneſſe of decaying age, Hath kil'd thy courage with a froſt of feares.