Kings must not use the axe for each offence:
Princes cure some faults by their patience.
999. FEAR GETS FORCE.
Despair takes heart, when there's no hope to speed:
The coward then takes arms and does the deed.
1000. PARCEL-GILT POETRY.
Let's strive to be the best; the gods, we know it,
Pillars and men, hate an indifferent poet.
1001. UPON LOVE, BY WAY OF QUESTION AND
ANSWER.
I bring ye love: Quest. What will love do?
Ans. Like and dislike ye.
I bring ye love: Quest. What will love do?
Ans. Stroke ye to strike ye.
I bring ye love: Quest. What will love do?
Ans. Love will befool ye.
I bring ye love: Quest. What will love do?
Ans. Heat ye to cool ye.
I bring ye love: Quest. What will love do?
Ans. Love gifts will send ye.
I bring ye love: Quest. What will love do?
Ans. Stock ye to spend ye.
I bring ye love: Quest. What will love do?
Ans. Love will fulfil ye.
I bring ye love: Quest. What will love do?
Ans. Kiss ye to kill ye.
1002. TO THE LORD HOPTON, ON HIS FIGHT IN
CORNWALL.
Go on, brave Hopton, to effectuate that
Which we, and times to come, shall wonder at.
Lift up thy sword; next, suffer it to fall,
And by that one blow set an end to all.