A MILITARY Dialogue between Philomusus and MILES.  
Lively expressing the horrible Effects of War and the unspeakable benefit of Peace.  Dulce bellum in expertis. 
By Richard Carter.  
LONDON, Printed by John Okes, and are to be sold at the white Lion in St. Paul's churchyard, MDCXL.   

To the Reader health and happiness.  

REader, retire thyself a while,  
Where private thou mayst be  
And read (although in rustic stile)  
This Poem penned by me.  
For Pan, and Coridon, gives light,  
Like Phoebus now and then;  
So truth shall spring and shine full bright,  
From my illiterate pen,  
Truth seeks no Trumpet for to sound,  
She wants no pray so of man:  
Good Wine we know, it may be found,  
Without a gay Garland.  
Briefly therefore, I shall declare,  
The scope which I intend,  
To show the genuine fruits of war,  
And Peace with Truth commend.  
The soldier he would fight the field,  
Fond Fame for to increase,  
Philomusus doth cause him yield:  
They both conclude in Peace.  
Now lest this Preface should exceed  
(The Books) and be too great:  
No further here, I will proceed,  
And now I shut the gate.    
Philomusus thus beginneth. 

WHat sudden wind hath blown you back,  
How comes this quick return?  
Where are the spoils of war and wrack:  
What ails thee thus to mourn?   

It liked thee not to bide at home,  
And work from day to day,  
But needs (forsooth) you must be gone, 
Philo gives Miles a harsh entertainment   
A soldier's part to play.   

Why look'st thou thin? why shougst thou so?  
Why art thou thus arrayed?  
Do soldiers in this habit go?  
And with such wages paid?   

Thou wents from hence in good attire,  
And money in thy bag,  
But back again thou dost retire:  
Not with one comely rag.   

Now for my part, I love not jars:  
God send me health and peace,  
I take no pleasure in the wars,  
My fortunes to increase.   

I hope your hotness at the first,  
To follow soldier's train,  
Is cooled now you have no lust:  
In war to gad again.   Miles thus replieth. 

I Must confess, I do repent  
Before the time I thought:  
And that I have by this attempt,  
More loss than booty caught.   

Yet blame I not the wars therefore, 
Miles confesseth his ill successe in the Field. But still gives to war the due praise thereof.   
For war is such a gain:  
Some that were poor return with store,  
Some rich, come home with shame.   

As for my loss was small I say,  
For (when I went from hence)  
I hardly had where with to pay  
My charges and expense.   

And thus I warred in this case, 
Nervus belli pecuni●.   
In joy for hope of pay:  
But coin was scarce, and wars did cease:  
So home I took my way.   

But as for you and all such like,  
You flow in wealth at will:  
I wonder not that you dislike,  
The bloody wars so ill.   

Your money cannot fight for you,  
Can wealth defend the Land?  
But such as I, and all my crew:  
Must in your quarrels stand.   

You do of soldier's base esteem,  
For we are abjects now:  
The time will come, it may be seen:  
To soldiers you may bow.   Philomusus respond. 

WEll now I see you like it well,  
Still idle to remain:  
The more thou stir, the worse you smell,  
The proverb speaketh plain.   

An honest man some course will take,  
To live upon some Trade; 
Philo proceeds in reproving vagrant soldiers.   
And as we do our bargain make;  
So is our wages paid.   

If harm thou catch, whose is the blame?  
Not his that did thee hire:  
For as thou dost thy wages claim,  
So men thy work require.   

Thou must not think to loiter then,  
Most like the idle Drones:  
Consuming that which other men,  
Have got with painful groans.   

These happy times were in my mind,  
When all were well employed;  
When hardly one we could not find,  
That idle did abide.   

But idle persons now do shift,  
Great multitudes do swarm;  
Committing murder, whoredom, theft:  
And every mortal harm.   

One saith, he gladly would take pains,  
Yet work he will not seek:  
If he one day in work remains,  
Will play therefore a week.   

Some wrap their legs with clouts and salve,  
In corners where they lurk:  
But soldiers chiefly think they have,  
A privilege from work.   

Thus vagrant soldiers go and come,  
Until good Laws take place:  
Then some reform, and other some  
Do die with great disgrace.   

And soldiers do with ill intent;  
Set all at five, and nine:  
And when your means you have all spent,  
All others you repine.   

If soldiers can in war I say,  
All mortal pains embrace,  
I nothing doubt but they that may,  
as well take pains in peace.   

For he that can do nothing more  
But Peascods sheale (they say)  
Three quarters of a year therefore,  
For want of work must play.   Miles. 

We soldiers stand in all the strife,  
For to defend the Land:  
With Pikes and guns, and loss of life,  
Your foes we do withstand.   

When we have passed all this harm,  
With great distress and cost,  
Some one a leg, and some an arm,  
And other joints have lost.   

Yet nothing to us will you give,  
But poor Nay and delay:  
Our wants you will not once relieve,  
But we must pack away.   

Sometimes a sore or festered wound,  
Lame soldiers may protect:  
But such as I (whose limbs be sound)  
We live still in suspect.   

For vagrant persons now we go,  
And scorned here, and there:  
So that in war, with mortal foe,  
We live not in such fear,   

And when a soldier would take pains,  
His service is refused:  
But if from labour he refiaines,  
He must not be excused.   

If beg, or steal, the Law takes place,  
Which way then shall we live?  
If steal, (we do die with disgrace)  
The Law will not forgive.   

I think it better to embrace  
The war (and purchase Fame)  
Than thus to live in time of peace,  
In such reproach and shame.   

I can with musket travise so, 
Ho● well played boasting Thrasoe.   
And toss the tottering Pikes:  
I know to skirmish with my foe,  
And when I ought to strike.   

I know to spur the Barbed Horse,  
And how to make my Race,  
And warily my foes to course,  
And valiantly them chase.   

I can well scale those fenced Walls,  
Against which I am sent  
I want no skill, when time thus falls,  
Ambushments to prevent.   

I know to keep me in array,  
To march and to retire:  
And take advantage on the day,  
When need shall so require.   

I skilful am how every wing,  
In order should be placed,  
For warlike Feasts, in every thing,  
I will not be outfaced.   

These things are hard for Carpet Knights,  
Who sleep in ease and rest:  
But soldier's gain (though got in fights)  
In time of war is best.   Philomusus. 

OH boasting Thrasoe, I thee hear,  
How fain thou wouldst excuse  
Thy loitering life; but stay, forbear,  
Thou dost thyself abuse,   

What man so mad, or void of care,  
Or of so little wit,  
That doth not think the wars now are  
In time of peace, unfit.   

War doth disturb, and vex each thing,  
And order doth deface;  
And doth disthrone a right born King  
Out of his regal place.   

War setteth in the selfsame Throne,  
Usurpers for to reign:  
The Lords and Peers than grieve and groan,  
When Commons all are slain.   

The Virgins ravished most vild,  
The new born Infants die:  
The Father sees his murdered child,  
As he doth wounded lie.   

The Wife lamenting, weeping goeth,  
Anon alike doth speed:  
And still the murdering soldier doth,  
In shedding blood proceed.   

Then fiery flames consumes the town,  
When murdering Cannons roar:  
The Barbed Horses trample down  
The fruits of all our store.   

And noble sparks, in place most high  
Are then a soldier's prey,  
Some plead for life, some desperately  
Do cast themselves away.   

Who speedeth best hath for his hire  
The loss of wealth and life:  
Most stately buildings flame with fire,  
Whilst swords do end the strife.   

The tattering Terrets shake with shot,  
The battered bulwarks break:  
Hall, Church, nor Temple, standeth not;  
Our strength is then too weak.   

Thus raging rigour, rules the roast,  
Rash ruin riddeth all:  
Yet thou of war dost brag and boast,  
As if our loss were small.   

To this intent, example take,  
Of soldier's lewdness great:  
That I may prove these words I speak,  
I briefly shall repeat.   

A tragedy of soldier's art,  
Most worthy of all blame:  
Both for the terror of the fact,  
And authors of the same.   

The Country, place, and party's name,  
I nominate will not:  
Because that Christians did the same,  
But Christ they clean forgot.   A sad tragical Relation. 

A Captain had (I say again)  
Obtained at Prince his hand,  
For to conduct a Band of men,  
Into an other Land.   

And marching on approached near,  
Unto a peasant's farm:  
(For so they term the Yeomen there,)  
This yeoman thought no harm.   

But (as he durst not contrary,  
So did he entertain:  
The Captain with all courtesy,  
The soldiers did remain.   

Within a Village joining near:  
The Captain only be,  
With other soldiers he had there,  
As after you shall see.   

Who lodged at this yeoman's house,  
Who feasted them with store:  
That he might still prevent abuse,  
Was careful evermore.   

This Host three comely Daughters had,  
The eldest was most fair:  
Which made the Captain almost mad:  
His lust was set on fire.   

Her forehead high, did register,  
Her feature men adored:  
There was not one, like unto her,  
Like Venus so adorned.   

Her Crimson cheeks; and Christ all eyes,  
Her lips, like Cherries red:  
Her words right sober, grave, and wise;  
Her hair like golden thread.   

Venus with her could not compare, 
Queen Dido.   
Which won the golden Ball:  
Nor Dido, that sweet Lady fair,  
Who had the love of all.   

Her voice did sing melodiously,  
To such as did her hear,  
That all which heard her harmony,  
Their drooping hearts did cheer.   

Much further yet I could proceed,  
Nature did thus adorn:  
You may in her love-lines still read;  
She did all baseness scorn.   

If outward parts like stars did shine,  
Which men did plainly see:  
Doubtless her soul was most divine,  
(I judge in charity.)   

The captain's Lust this did renew, 
The estate of those places that are vexed with war.   
With furious fiery 〈◊〉:  
He bidding honesty adieu,  
Then snatched her in his arms.   

This lustful Captain would not stay,  
This Virgin to entreat:  
But hailing her, by force away,  
I blush this to repeat.   

The devil on this lecher eggs,  
He throws her on a bed:  
Some (of his soldiers held her legs,  
Her arms, and some her head.   

Whilst he committed viilany,  
To feed his lustful will;  
In vain she screeks, lament and cry,  
None could prevent her ill.   

This being done, he jeers her too,  
I will omit to show,  
What bloody tears, and throbs also:  
Did from this ravished flow.   

Then did she seek to revenge it,  
And thereto was she bent,  
Behold also: how time did hit,  
To further her intent.   

She snatching up a Knife which he,  
(Had leaf upon the board)  
Then suddenly to him stepped she:  
And to the heart him gored.   

Stone dead he sinketh down that day,  
The rest were in a Maze:  
But she did start aside whilst they;  
Upon the corpse did gaze.   

She told her father what was done,  
And forth with fled away:  
Alas she knew not where to run,  
But to the Lord did pray.   

Desiring rather death, than life:  
And then report was brought,  
Unto the soldiers of that strife,  
And who that fact had wrought.   

The Soulpiers run as they were wild,  
Until they had her found:  
She being caught, these tyrant's vild,  
Fast to a Tree her bound.   

The soldiers then discharged there,  
At her their thund ring shot:  
So that their bullets left in her,  
Not one free place or spot.   

Thus died this peerless Paragon,  
For whose death we may grieve:  
The like to her I know not one:  
That do amongst us live.   

I must bewail the female sex,  
And wish they may amend:  
But yet the Captain did her vex,  
And first the Law offend.   

In this unhappy Tragedy,  
There many more were slain:  
The yeoman's house they did destroy,  
Who did them entertain.   

This is your warlike havoc still,  
This is the soldier's trade:  
Who having got the reins at will,  
Run mad like Colts unmade.   

Consuming all; and laying waste,  
Always both night and day:  
And rushing headlong at the last,  
Into their own decay.   Miles Respond. 

ANd what of this? though some do ill,  
Will you condemn the rest?  
As if men's blood, only to spill,  
A soldier thus were pressed,   

Nay, (by a soldier's troth I swear)  
Our Discipline is such:  
That now in peace, amongst you here,  
You use not half so much.   Philomusus. 

ALL soldiers not condemned are, 
ubi non est bellum, ibi pax perversa.   
But some we must commend;  
Who prudently (by lawful war)  
The commonweal defend.   

But better were it, without doubt,  
(If God so pleased would be)  
That there peace the World throughout,  
Withal of each degree.   Miles. 

I Do confess it may be said,  
That (peace with truth is sweet)  
But circumstances duly weighed,  
War sometimes is as meet.   

You speak disdainful of war now,  
I say to you again,  
In time of peace more mischief flow,  
Then do in war remain.   

First know, that peace doth plenty cause,  
From plenty still proceeds;  
The hurtful breach of all good Laws;  
Prosperities now breeds.   

As whoredom, Pride, and Lechery,  
In time of peace are rife:  
Contempt of God and man always,  
With gluttony and strife.   

If soldiers in the war do spoil,  
The Miser for his gold:  
In peace the Rich, the poor do foil,  
Much more a thousand fold.   

In war by sword, sometimes we die,  
And then is peace begun:  
But poor men are by Usury,  
In time of peace undone.   

In war the Victor shows mercy,  
Unto his yielding foe;  
In peace the debtor loud doth cry,  
Yet to gaol must go.   

In war hard lodging, mean attire,  
And homely Joans men use:  
In peace all these with fond desire,  
Most proudly fools abuse.   

In war the presence of our foes,  
A view of death doth give:  
In peace your folly you disclose,  
And dream you shall still live.   

In time of peace true Justice sure,  
With most can bear no sway;  
Yet such great fear war doth procure:  
It chaseth vice away.   

If that the cause of war be good,  
The end than proveth so:  
If not; our sins, they have withstood,  
Vice is our greatest foe.   Philomusus. 

ALas, poor silly simple man,  
What, are thy wits thine own?  
Thou speakest much, but little can,  
To good effect be shown.   

And sure I am of this always,  
'Tis hard for one to take:  
From peace, her due deserved praise,  
Or good of ill to make.   

Thou sayst peace breeds plenteousness  
That freely I confess:  
But (saying store breeds idleness)  
Therein thou dost digress.   

Wine is not drunken of itself,  
Though Drunkards it abuse:  
Nor idleness proceeds from pelf,  
Though some it lewdly use.   

Now Judge thyself whether that man,  
In idleness doth rest,  
When he doth labour what he can:  
Of store to be possessed.   

Or he that hath not wherewithal,  
His empty maw to feed;  
With tooth and nail, and hand doth hall,  
For to supply his need.   

We live in peace, with what we got,  
You live in war, and want;  
It doth appear, we loiter not:  
But you in work are scant.   

If you more idle did not live,  
In war than we in peace: 
Plenty breeds not idleness, but the abuse thereof.   
You freely would to others give,  
And not their goods decrease.   

You say there are of vices swarms,  
In peace and plenty now;  
But I conceal a thousand harms,  
From bloody wars that flow.   

I rather plough, and sow in field,  
With sweat to get my bread:  
Then in the wars with golden shield,  
A Troop of Horses lead.   

O noble, Athens, hadst thou used,  
Dame Pallas gift aright:  
Thy walls had then not been abused,  
But still had stood in sight.   

Before the walls were razed above,  
And ere the Town had name;  
Or God Neptune with Pallas strove:  
For honour of the same.   

Their strife was this: first Neptune smote, 
Neptunus' est Deus Maris, vel Mare ipsum.   
A Rock with Trident Mace:  
From whence a warlike Horse did trot,  
Well harnessed in that place.   

Then Pallas smote the ground most free,  
With Javelin she did bear:  
From whence afresh, green Olive Tree,  
Did presently appear.   

The warlike Horse did represent,  
In war most good success:  
The Olive Tree: did with consent,  
To Athens peace express.   

Then wisely Athens took their course,  
In one they did agree:  
Forsaking Neptune's armed Horse,  
They choosed Pallas Tree.   

If they foreseeing victory,  
Did rather seek for peace,  
How much more than ought we then they,  
From doubtful wars to cease?   

Now soldiers leave Tou-to-lo-gie,  
If men in peace do wrong:  
Good Laws have now free liberty;  
To punish them ere long.   Miles. 

But by your leave I am not mad:  
My wits are not yet flown:  
I do not make a good thing bad:  
Nor speak of things unknown.   

Epe-mi nun-das doth report,  
That under Cloak of peace,  
(Vice vaunteth out, with pomp and port)  
But virtue doth increase.   

Sodom and Gomor, in the plain,  
With divers Cities more;  
There did not one of them remain  
(But only little Zoar.)   

These lived in peace, and fond desire, 
Geu. 19   
Fearing no war at all:  
Till from the Lord Brimstone and fire,  
Did down upon them fall.   

When did Darius' kingdoms jar,  
Who Asia all possessed?  
But when he was unarmed for war,  
And gave himself to rest.   

You trim yourselves in peacock's plumes, 
Security and sloth are forerunners of destruction.   
Sporting in Venus' Court:  
You are besmeared with sweet perfumes,  
And use each want on sport.   

A Helmet hides your handsome face,  
Oh take heed of a gun.  
Your Mistress you cannot embrace,  
If Mars his course you run.   

You are fool bent, with fond intent,  
To dance in Venus' string:  
To all delights you are attent,  
All care away you sing.   

What did you never hear this truth,  
What stories do report:  
Of Hercules; how in his youth  
There did to him resort,   

Two Ladies, one a dainty dame,  
In stately Robes beclad,  
The other plain of nature's frame,  
These found the youngster sad.   

To Hercules these females came,  
But one with wanton tricks,  
The other unto fight for fame.  
His youthful courage pricks.   

But Hercules he did detest,  
The first; and all she said:  
Unto the second Lady's heart,  
He during life obeyed.   

By Hercules his choice and fate,  
We easily may guess;  
That peace makes men effeminate,  
Which war will soon suppress.   Philomusus. 

NOw Tully doth prefer ill peace,  
Before a most just war:  
Therefore when Foxes teach the Geese  
Great danger is not far.   

For Pius Antonius said,  
I better like of peace;  
Then other kingdoms to invade:  
My glory to increase.   

And Andrianus also said;  
He rather would divide,  
Small bounds in peace, then make aside,  
To conquer kingdoms wide.   

For war that changeth peace (I say)  
Is like a harebrain Colt:  
That leaves the plain and beaten way,  
O'er Hedge and Ditch to bolt.   

Not peace, but the abuse of peace, 
The abuse; takes not away the use.   
God's anger doth provoke,  
When Sodom did her sin increase,  
God's wrath on them did smoke.   

I say not but that wisdom would,  
In peace we should prepare:  
Against our foes, always we should,  
Still have a watchful care.   

I wish our ships may multiply,  
And in our Havens ride,  
And that we may both far and nigh,  
Artillery provide.   

I wish our youth with martial strain,  
May train in every place:  
By means hereof we may attain,  
Great skill in little space.   Miles. 

INdeed your words I understand,  
But oh how brave a thing,  
It is when fame in every Land,  
Our valiant prowess ring.   

But hear me now, I tell you what,  
To this you needs must yield;  
No fame can be compared with that,  
That is obtained in field.   

Thus famés doth frump them to their face,  
Who do all war deride;  
Such do condemme the eagle's grace,  
And praise the peacock's price.   Philomusus. 

THou seemest to have a valiant heart,  
Thou Countest of blood but light:  
Consider thou a Christian art,  
And they that with thee fight   

Are Christians too as well as we.  
What should there be more said?  
In Truth, and Peace, we must agree:  
As members of one head.   

The Heathen they were still at odds,  
God was to them unknown;  
And every man, adored his gods,  
Or Idols of his own.   

But Christians have one God most good:  
That God we worship all.  
Know thou, that shedding Christians blood,  
Is not a trespass small.   

Lucre of gain did move their hands,  
To war, and bloody Rage:  
For quarrels small on foreign Lands,  
Ungodly wars do wage.   

As they their Triumphs did erect,  
So envy did abound;  
And they (whom least they did suspect:  
Did first their pride confound.)   

Where is the Parsian Macedon?  
And Roman Empire wide?  
And Theseus', that valiant one?  
And Hercules beside?   

Alexander, with thousands more,  
Which I omit to name;  
Did hazard life, and all their store,  
To follow fleeting fame.   

What can you say, now of these men,  
That shed of blood such store?  
For, take away the cause, and then;  
Their fame remains no more.   

Yet such as you (as Tully says)  
That nothing have to lose: 
he that hath nothing of his own, would have all things common.   
Are forward still in brawls and frays,  
For then your profit grows.   

In troubled waters you may fish;  
Not weighing others wracks  
For blood and war, you ever wish,  
To satisfy your lack.   

And now (my friend) since that our King,  
And country rest in peace,  
Forbear to strike this jarring string,  
From blood and brawls now cease.   

But when by Law thou shalt be pressed,  
Obey the King always,  
Then thou shalt have my wishes best:  
That thou Mayst win the day.   Miles. 

YOur words with me do now prevail,  
And this I add beside,  
In vain the shipman hoysts his sail:  
Against both wind and tide.   

And now I see you partly yield,  
To Mars his honour right:  
True fame obtained is in field;  
When soldiers bravely fight.   Philomusus. 

I Say (indeed) that Fame always,  
In lawful war is good:  
And worthy praise (if otherwise,  
It may not be withstood.)   

But all those Kings I more praise yet,  
That rule in peace aright:  
Then such as have a pregnant wit,  
Against their foes to fight.   

To this Cicero is not wrong,  
Who says let weapons yield  
To men in Gowns that use the tongue, 
Romulus primus rex Romanorum. Numa Pomphilius vir Sabinus Romanorum rex, secundus à Romulo.   
Resign the conquered field.   

Though Romulus fought valiantly,  
As Rome can witness well:  
Yet Numa (ruling quietly)  
Did Romulus excel.   

But lo, what need I rove to Rome?  
To fetch examples far  
Great peace we do enjoy at home;  
And are not vexed with war.   

(Lord) bless King Charles with peace & health  
And still preserve his Grace:  
With Nestor's age, and Croesus' wealth  
To rule in regal place,   

Give to thy gospel passage free,  
To flourish everywhere,  
Make Christians all in Faith agree:  
In Europe far, and near.   

The fertile earth by tillage all,  
Reproposals in time her store:  
Each fruitful thing of moment small.  
Doth prosper daily more.   

We nothing want (if Grace we have)  
To be in heart content;  
With thankfulness for to receive,  
Those gifts which God hath sent.   

Religion here is grounded pure,  
Like England, now no Coast  
Throughout the bounds of Europe sure,  
Hereof, like us may boast.   

For Discipline like ancient Rome;  
For wise, brave men of might:  
A Thebes for wealth: we are become,  
Corinth and Athens right.   

Our King doth prize his people high,  
Their goods, and lives, always:  
And all true subjects willingly,  
His highness do obey.   

Both Prince and peers, with noble train  
With solid council sage,  
Do seem, for to renew again;  
The former golden Age.   

foul crimes, we see, now punished be,  
And good men have reward:  
Now Justice hath to each degree,  
Of Judgement true regard.   

O happy realm, King Charles happy,  
O happy subjects all:  
O that we knew, how happily:  
Our happiness doth fall.   

Then should we highly prize the reign,  
Of our Renowned King:  
With melody and mirth amain,  
Our Muses thus would sing.   

Our King with Kingly Majesty, 
Sol 〈…〉   
And other virtues rare;  
(Wherein to Solomon full high;  
His Grace we may compare.)   

You that with Envy do corrode,  
Like grisly Gorgon's fell:  
With tumors great like Aesop's toad, 
Gorgonius: So Rammish and Goat-like do all heretics, and Schimaticks smell.   
In poisoned Malice swell.   

Will you to Hell yourselves engage?  
Know God will work his will:  
Not spiteful Saul for all his rage,  
Could good King David kill.   

Your spite is spied, your knots are known,  
Your secrets are bewrayed:  
And God upon your plots hath blown,  
Yourselves you have betrayed.   

The like success God grant to those,  
That wish King Charles ill:  
(O God) prevent our mortal foes,  
Thy Church oh prosper still.   

Thy Tents how goodly garnished be,  
Great Britain greatly graced?  
No Nation can compare with thee;  
Great privilege thou hast.   

Had I the learned Homer's strain,  
Or Virgil's stately speech:  
If Tully's tongue I could obtain,  
Thy praise I should impeach,   

Therefore in silence leave I will,  
Thy full flourishing fame  
To wiser wits, and learned quill;  
To publish forth the same.   

An Ivy-bush is hung in vain.  
Where good Wine is to sell:  
Here now I shall myself contain,  
And still thus pray I will.   

(O Lord) with walls of brass 〈…〉 e,  
Environ Britain round,  
When all the World shall her admire,  
Praise shall to God rebound.   

Thus to my purpose, now I come,  
From which I have digressed,  
(Brave soldier) this shall be the sum:  
Leave war, and live at rest.   

Enjoy those fruits of Peace that fall 
Philo. hath not a long tongue and a short hand.   
I will relieve thy lack:  
This money take; and therewithal,  
Buy raiment for thy back.   

If thou didst know, that small increase,  
Which other Nations taste,  
Then wouldst thou more esteem of peace,  
And make to war less haste.   

Now whilst this peace we do behold,  
Let us ensue the same:  
With heart, and voice, still as we should,  
Thus praise, and laud God's Name.   

And render to our famous King,  
Such firm allegiance true;  
Those fruits the gospel forth doth bring:  
From faithful subjects due.   Miles returneth thanks to Philomusus. 

FOr this great love to me you show,  
Most hearty thanks I give:  
I purpose still to pray for you,  
Whilst here on earth I live.   

(Good sir) let not my misery,  
Offensive be a whit,  
Too bold behaved myself have,  
My ignorance remit.   

Your counsel now I do embrace,  
(As reason doth require)  
And that the Lord would give me grace,  
The same I must desire.   

I wish good wars may prostee well,  
With triumph and increase,  
To subdue all that do rebel:  
Against our King of peace.   

As God hath blessed his peaceful reign,  
Those years, already past,  
Oh still let him and his remain:  
In peace that aye shall last.   

And now in peace, whilst here I live,  
I shall be ready pressed:  
To peace and Prince, myself will give,  
In war to do my best.   Philomusus concludeth. 

I Like thy resolution well;  
Thereto I do agree:  
Let thou and I together dwell.  
We both as one will be.   
FINIS.   

Jan. 2. 1638. Imprimatur Matthew Clay.