Peace hath best biding in a setled mind.
Peace brings in pleasure, pleasure breeds excesse:
Excesse procureth want, want workes distresse.
Peace doth depend on reason, warre on force.
You whose faire calme make neighbors storms seeme sore,
Try you your tydes, before you trust the shore.
Peace, all extreames concludeth with remorse.
Sourges may rise on suddaine ere we thinke,
And whiles we swimme secure, compell vs sinke.
Mild calm'd fac't peace, exceeds blood-thirsting war.
Warre is ordain'd for nothing else but peace:
And perfect peace is end of bloudie warre.
Peace flourisheth where reason beareth sway.
Peace still is honest, humane, and vpright:
When warre is brutish, foste••ed by despight.
Concord of many, makes an vnitie.
Concord makes small things mightily encrease:
Where discord makes great things as fast decrease.
True peace, is peace with vertue, warre with vice▪
In peace, for warre let vs so well prouide,
As in each state, no harme doe vs betide.
Peace from a Tyrants mouth, is treacherie.
Deare and vnprofitable is the peace,
That's purchast with expence of guiltlesse bloud.
The weight of peace, is easie to be borne.
They iustly doe deserue the sword of warre,
That wilfully withstand faire offered peace.
To flye from peace, is seeking selfe-decay.
Peace asketh no lesse wisdome to preserue is,
Than valour was bestowed in getting it.
Peace still succeeds, what euer drifts withstand.
That's more esteem'd, obtain'd by peace-full words,
Than any thing atchieu'd by violence.
State-stabling peace, brings froward minds in fashion.