Classic Poem

What, Labienus, should I seeke to knowe?
If I had rather dye in armes than bow
Unto a Lord; if life be nought at all?
No difference betwixt long life and small?
If any force can hurt men vertuous?
If fortune loose, when vertue doth oppose
Her threats, if good desires be happinesse
And vertue grow not greater by successe?
Thus much we know, nor deeper can the skill
Of Ammon teach. The gods are with us still;
And though their oracles should silent be,
Nought can we doe without the gods decree;
Nor heeds he voices; what was fit to know
The great Creator at our births did show.
Nor did he choose these barren sands to shew
(Hiding it heere) his trueth but to a few.
Is there a seate of God, save earth and sea,
Aire, heaven and vertue? Why for God should we
Seeke further? What ere moves, what ere is seene
Is Jove. For oracles let doubtful men
Fearefull of future chances troubled be;
Sure death, not oracles ascertaine me,
The coward and the valiant man must fall,
This is enough for Jove to speake to all.