ARMA· PACIS· FULCRA   blazon of the Honorable Artillery Company  
A PANEGYRIC ON THE LATE HONOURABLE Sir ROBERT PEAKE Knight, VICEPRESIDENT and LEADER of the Honourable ARTILLERY COMPANY.  

THis Man of Courage and Heroic worth,  
And high in Knowledge, sound you Muses forth;  
Sound ye with loudest voice his most Just Dues,  
Who of Himself was able to infuse  
Spirit into the Brainpan of the Dullest  
To cast by Prose, and write in Verse, the fullest.   

We need not voice his Service in the Wars,  
And brave Atchivements, when he earned the Spurs  
Of honoured Knight hood, 'tis enough to speak  
We sing the Praises of Renowned PEAKE:  
For should we trace his Virtues through all  
Their courses, from their first Original,  
One Sheet would never hold them; for the Theme  
Would be so large, as to demand a Ream.   

His Care he showed at Basing-House was such  
That after Ages cannot Praise too much:  
And his true zeal to Our deceased KING,  
Doth an example unexampled bring.   

These were the Steps by which He first did rise,  
To be observed by all Virtuous eyes;  
And by degrees of Fortune did begin  
To place him in the Sphere he late was in:  
As Leader and Vicepresident to be  
O'th' Company of the Artillery  
Under the Mighty Duke of YORK, whose Grace  
Chose him his Second in so great a Place.   

Of all Applanded, and Beloved of those  
Whose Fate it was to be his greatest Foes:  
The Tongue most faltering, and the Eye most dim,  
Did speak and find all Loyalty in Him.  
Nor of his Praises is't the least, that He  
So careful was to keep such Unity  
Amongst his Armed Numbers, that no Noise  
Was heard amongst them, to alarm their Joys:  
Silence and Peace did show that 'tis not Jars,  
But Order makes men Conquerors in Wars.   

But above all, and this alone was it  
Which in his Place spoke him so exquisite,  
His wise Conduct; And than his all, not part  
Of Knowledge in the Military Art,  
Made all great Chiefs their worth in Him to see,  
And Mars himself in Noble PEAKE to be.   

These great perfections, and by all desired,  
Made him by all to be so much admired,  
That no detraction from th' impurer sort  
Shall ere control or silence this report:  
But Fame shall make his Praises be enroled,  
Not in loose papers, but bright leaves of Gold.  
For Truth reports, that whatsoe'er is due  
To Prowess, Skill, or to stour Mars his Crew,  
Was sound in Him beyond all parallel;  
And Fame doth know, his Knowledge did excel.   

All that the Arts could promise, or th' Alarms  
Of Drums and Trumpet's, and the Feats of Arms;  
All that deep Knowledge, or Fel force could try,  
Are buried now; and in his Grave do lie.    

London, Printed by W. G. for Nathaniel Brook at the Angel in Gresham-Colledge, leading from Bishopsgate-street. 1667.