Pietas in patriam.
This hande, and sworde, within the furious flame,
Doth shewe his harte, that sought PORSENNAS ende:
Whose countries good, and eeke perpetuall fame,
Before his life did SCAEVOLA commende:
No paine, had power his courage highe to quaile,
But bouldlie spake, when fire did him assaile.
Which sighte, abash'd the lookers on, but moste
Amaz'de the kinge; who pardoned straighte the knight:
And ceas'd the siege, and did remoove his hoste,
When that hee sawe one man so muche of mighte:
Oh noble minde, althoughe thy daies bee paste;
Thy fame doth live, and eeke, for aye shall laste.