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TO MARS.

So, would I likewise wish to haue the Powre
To keepe off, from my head, thy bitter Howre;
And that false fire, cast from my soules lowe kinde,
Stoope to the fit rule, of my highest Minde.
Controuling, that so eager sting of wrath,
That styrrs me on still, to that horrid scath
Of warr; that God still sends to wreake his splene;
(Euen by whole Tribes) of proud iniurious Men.
But O thou euer-blessed! Giue me still,
Presence of minde, to put in Act, my will
Varied, as fits, to all Occasion.
And to liue free; vnforc't; vnwrought vpon;
Beneath those Lawes of Peace, that neuer are
Affected with Pollutions Populare
Of vniust hurt; or losse to any One;
And to beare safe, the burthen vndergone
Of Foes inflexiue, and inhumane hates;
Secure from violent, and harmefull Fates.


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