In pace de bello
The bore did whette his tuskes, the foxe demaunded why:
Since that he had no foes at hande, that should their sharpnes try.
To which, he answere made, when foes doe me beset,
They all advantage gladlie take, and give no leave to whet.
Which teacheth us, in peace, our force for warres to frame:
Whereby, we either shall subdue, or loose the field with fame.