Mars with septer[[19]] a king coronate,
Furius[[20]] in affliction, and taketh no regarde.
By terrible fightyng he is our prymate
And god of battell, and person ryght forward,
Of warries[[21]] the tutor, the locke and the warde.
His power, his might, who can them resyst?
Not all this worlde, if that him selfe lyst.
The Scholer.
Not all this worlde, who told the[[22]] so?
Where is that written, ryght fayne wold I see?