Concordia
Of kinges, and Princes greate, lo, Concorde joynes the
handes:
And knittes theire subjectes hartes in one, and wealthie makes
theire Landes.
It bloodie broiles dothe hate, and Envie doune dothe thruste,
And makes the Souldiour learne to plowghe, and let his armour
ruste.