Fly from wrath; sad be the sights and bitter fruits of war; a thousand furies wait on wrathful swords.

The gentle minde by gentle deeds is knowne.

Fly from wrath; sad be the sights and bitter fruits of war; a thousand furies wait on wrathful swords.

For deeds to die, however nobly done, And thoughts of men to as themselves decay, But wise words taught in numbers for to run, Recorded by the Muses, live for ay.

So furiously each other did assayle, As if their soules they would attonce haue rent Out of their brests, that streames of bloud did rayle Adowne, as if their springes of life were spent; That all the ground with purple bloud was sprent, And all their armours staynd with bloudie gore, Yet scarcely once to breath would they relent, So mortall was their malice and so sore, Become of fayned friendship which they vow'd afore.

So much more profitable and gracious is doctrine by example than by rule.

Gather therefore the Rose, whilst yet is prime, For soon comes age, that will her pride deflower: Gather the Rose of love, whilst yet is time.