Tis he exasperates the Princes hate, And when our Trumpets call them to retyre He with warres clangor sets them on agayne.

those that even now Were sworne warres servants now to peace do bow: Then, Pembrooke, strive to make their joys more full.

So now for three moneths space all warres surcease: Our thoughts are wholy fixt on love and peace.