11.
Let such, whose peacefull eares from sad affright
Of warre’s dread voice the hand of heauen doth close,
Who lull’d in that dame’s lap of sweet delight,
The queene of peace do sleepe secure of foes,
Thinke it humane, to thinke on other’s woes:
And in such thoughts fear such like woes to come,
For their offence ordain’d by Ioue’s iust doome.
12.
The life of state lay stifeled in the smoke