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Lo, now in every place All virtuous motions cease. And sacred faith we find Now far from th'earth is fled, Whose flight huge evils hath bred, And fills the world with wars, Whilst impious breasts, begin Still to let treason in: Which common concord mars, Whilst all men live at jars, And nets of fraud do spread Th'unwary to surprise, Too witty, but not wise: Yet those that in deceit Their confidence repose, A dearer thing do lose Then can by guile be gained. Which being repented late, Brings ruin to their state, Whilst purer spirits disclose Wherewith their breasts are stored: For though they would remord, They get not trust again; But having honour stained, And covenants profaned Are held in high disdain, And do in end remain Of all the world abhorred; Not trusty when they should, Not trusted when they would. But ah, our Nobles now, Lo, like Lisander still, So that they get their will, Regard not by what way, And with a shameless brow, Do of th'effect allow, Even though the means were ill. Which all the world may see Disgraces their degree, That should not learn to lower, But throw base sleights away. What can brave minds dismay? Whose worth is as a tower Against all fortune's power, Still from all fraud being free? These keep their course unknown, Whom it would shame if shown: Who not from worth digress T'use sleights that fear imparts. Do show heroic hearts, The which would rather far An open hate profess, Then secretly suppress, Honour scorns fearful arts. But those that do us lead, As for dissembling made, Even though that they intend Amongst themselves t'have war, Seem in no sort to jar, But friendship do pretend, Not like their Lord that's dead, That trusting to his worthy, Still what he meant spoke forth. The great men not for nought Do seek the people's love: And them their deeds t'approve, Do labour still t'allure. But Perdiccas it's thought Too sparingly hath sought Our minds towards him to move, As one that still conceits He may command the fates: His pride so great is grown, That none can it endure: Yet stands his state unsure, Since odious to his own, He must b'at last o'erthrown Whose humour each man hates: Pride doth her followers all, Lead headlong to a fall. TOugh stormy discord and tumultuous wars Do fire the minds of men with flames of rage, That having haughty thoughts as heaven hath stars, Their indignation nothing can assuage. Yet lo, amongst the soldiers waving bowers, The heralds cries, whiles calms the trumpets sounds, And peace dare interpose her unarmed powers, To limit for a time Bellona's bounds. And whilst of fury they suspend th'effects, The seeming-friended foes have conference whiles, And each shows th'other what his soul affects, A shadow of the bliss that Mars exiles.
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Lo, now in euery place All vertuous motions ceaſe. And ſacred faith we finde Now farre from th'earth is fled, Whoſe flight huge euills hath bred, And fills the world with warres, Whilſt impious breaſts, begin Still to let treaſon in: Which common concord marres, Whilſt all men liue at iarres, And nets of fraud do ſpred Th'vnwarie to ſurpriſe, Too wittie, but not wiſe: Yet thoſe that in deceit Their confidence repoſe, A deerer thing do loſe Then can by guile be gain'd. Which being repented late, Brings ruine to their ſtate, Whilſt purer ſpirits diſcloſe Wherewith their breaſts are ſtord: For though they would remord, They get not truſt againe; But hauing honor ſtain'd, And couenants prophain'd Are held in high diſdaine, And do in end remaine Of all the world abborr'd; Not truſtie when they ſhould, Not truſted when they would. But ah, our Nobles now, Lo, like Liſander ſtill, So that they get their will, Regard not by what way, And with a ſhameleſſe brow, Doe of th'effect allow, Euen though the meanes were ill. Which all the world may ſee Diſgraces their degree, That ſhould not learne to lowre, But throwe baſe ſleights away. What can braue mindes diſmay? Whoſe worth is as a towre Againſt all fortunes powre, Still from all fraud being free? Theſe keepe their courſe vnknowne, Whom it would ſhame if ſhewn: VVho not from worth digreſſe T'vſe ſleights that feare imparts. Doe ſhew heroicke hearts, The which would rather farre An open hate profeſſe, Then ſecretly ſuppreſſe, Honor ſcornes fearefull artes. But thoſe that doe vs leade, As for diſſembling made, Euen though that they intend Amongſt themſelues t'haue warre, Seeme in no ſort to iarre, But friendſhip do pretend, Not like their Lord thats dead, That truſting to his worthy, Still what hee meant ſpake forth. The great men not for nought Do ſeeke the peoples loue: And them their deeds t'approue, Do labor ſtill t'allure. But Perdiccas it's thought Too ſparingly hath ſought Our mindes towards him to moue, As one that ſtill conceits Hee may command the fates: His pride ſo great is growne, That none can it indure: Yet ſtands his ſtate vnſure, Since odious to his owne, He muſt b'at laſt ore-throwne Whoſe humour each man hates: Pride doth her followers all, Lead headlong to a fall. TOugh ſtormie diſcord and tumultuous warres Doe fire the minds of men with flames of rage, That hauing hautie thoughts as heauen hath ſtarres, Their indignation nothing can aſſwage. Yet loe, amongſt the ſouldiers wauing bowres, The Heraulds cryes, whiles calmes the trumpets ſounds, And peace dare inter-poſe her vnarm'd powres, To limit for a time Bellonaes bounds. And whilſt of furie they ſuſpend th'effects, The ſeeming-friended foes haue conference whiles, And each ſhewes th'other what his ſoule affects, A ſhadow of the bliſſe that Mars exiles.