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[verse 7] A time to reape and sow againe, for silence, and to speake,
[verse 8] To loue, to hate, to talke of peace, and peace with war to breake.
7.
A time to reap, and a time to sow: a time to keepe silence, and a time to 〈◊〉〈◊〉.
The rich attyres ordaynd by craft mans hand,
To couer shame, which sinne made man to see,
Be not so comely held in any land,
But that in other lands, dislikt they bee:
So what one sowes, the other reapes for thee:
Good workes for Taylers that new-fangled are,
None make more fast, then others mending marre.
What speake we of such common things as this?
Not speech it selfe (the Eccho to the hart)
May be so free, but it restrained is
To ciuill rules, and lawes of very art,
The tongues misuse, of•• breedes the bodie smart:
We therefore learne, both how and when to speake,
And when we modest silence may not breake.
8.
A time to loue, and a time to hate: a time of warre and a time of peace.
Yea though that kindled heate of beauties fire,
And sympathy of natures liking good,
(Chast loue) be founded on a iust desire,
And beare such sway as hardly is withstood,
Infecting by the eye, both spirit and blood:
Yet such incounters grow in some respect,
That loue findes hate, best merit, base neglect.
Yea bloudie warre the scourge of peace misusd,
The fire-brand of ambition, hels owne chyld,
The wracke of iustice, value oft abusd
From common wealth may not be well exyld,
Though peace breed welth, welth yet with pride defyld,
Produceth warre, which pouertie doth breed,
To which heauens blessed peace doth yet succeed.