The god of warre did cease from bloodie fight,
And fruitfull plentie did her land adorne
With richest gifts, powr’d from her plenteous horne,
The happie seedes, which th’hands of peace did sow
In euerie place with goodlie fruit did grow.
10.
Deuouring Mulciber, whose flames before
With blood of holy men were heard to hisse,
Of England’s happie sonnes were seene no more:
But truth and mercie did each other kisse,