Wit, Art , and Nature made a three-fold warre
To reigne, in peace , in him which here doth he:
Wit straue with Art , and both (though regular)
With Nature , loyning straue for Soueraigntie .
But, Prudence , with her powr's , (still bent to peace
Keeping the Sconse , that did his whole command)
The warre surceasèd for his Worthinesse;
That onely It had then the vpper hand
Yet selfe-diuided honesty behold
That peace , in warre with her owne Charitie
Then, bent her powr's to make their powr's to yeeld
So, all subdu'd to selfe-Integrity
But, Fate (best friend but to the most profane ,)
Stirr'd vp the hand of Hate , in heart of Pow'r
(And all in shew of Loue ) to worke his bane;
So, from Minerua's crown soone cropt this flow'r
Yet ere it went, it left such Aire (though dimme)
As makes all sweete that sauours but of him .