His subiecte’s hartes with mildnes to conuince,
With justice mixt, auoyding all extreames:
For like as Phœbus with his cherefull beames,
Doth freshly force the fragrant flowres to florish,
So ruler’s mildnes subiect’s loue doth norish.[619]
18.
This found I true: for through my milde behauiour,
Their hartes I had with mee to liue and die,
And in their speach bewrayer of[620] theyr fauour,
They cald mee still good earle of Salisbury,[621]