So bred ambition, honour, courage, hate,
Long three yeares siege, to overthrow thy state.
At last from threatning terrour of despaire,
Thine hembd defendants, with divided walles
Were forcd to rander, then came mourning care
Of mutuall foes, for friends untimely falles:
Thus lost, and got, by wrong, and lawlesse right
My judgement thinkes thee scarcely worth the sight:
But there’s the question, when my Muse hath done,
Whether the victor, or the vanquisht wonne.