When on the _Sword_, the _Olive-branch_ attends, (That is, when bloody _Warres_, have peacefull _Ends_) And, whensoever _Victories_ are gained; This _Emblem_ shewes, by whom they are obtained: For, that all _Victorie_, doth onely from The pow’rfull hand of _God-Almightie_, come, The Boughes of _Bayes_ and _Olives_, doe declare, Which round the _Tetragrammaton_ appeare. Nor must we thinke, that God bestowes, alone, The _Victories_ of Warre, on any one; But, that, when we contend in other things, From him, th’event that’s wisht for, also springs. This being so, how dare wee, by the _Lawes_, Or, by the _Sword_, pursue a wicked Cause? How dare wee bring a matter that’s unjust, Where hee (though few perceive him) judge it must? Or, prosecute with fury, or despite, Against the person of his _Favourite_? What Fooles are they, who seeke the _Conquest_, by Oppression, Fraud, or hellish Perjurie? How mad are those, who to the _Warres_ prepare, For nothing, but to spoyle and murther there? Who, nor ingag’d by Faith to their _Alies_, Nor urg’d by any private injuries, (Nor sent, nor tolerated, by their _Prince_, Nor caring whether side hath giv’n offence) Run rambling through the World, to kill and slay, Like needie Butchers, for two groats a day? These men may side, where _Conquests_, God bestowes; Yet, when the _Field_ is wonne, these men doe lose. _Since overmuch, will over-fill, Powre am enough; but =doe not spill=._ [Illustration: NE QUID NIMIS. ILLVSTR. XXXIV. _Book. 4_]