receivors, so men think unlesse it hath bine lately you have not bene of her majesties counsel. But now here as you begin folishly, so surely you end unlernedly. Prefer you warre before peace? the sword before the Goune? the rule of a Tyrant before ye happy days of our gracious Queen? You know the philosophers are against you, yet dare you stand in handy grips wyth _Cicero_: you know that force is but an instrume[n]t when counsell fayleth, and if wisedome win not, farwel warre. Aske _Alphonsus_ what counsellors he lyketh of? hee will say his bookes: and hath not I pray you pollicy alwais over-mastered force? Who subdued _Hannibal_ in his great royalty? he yt durst knock at Rome gates to have the[m] opened is nowe become a pray to a sylly senator. _Appius Claudius et senex et coecus_, a father full of wisedome can releve the state of decaying Rome. And was it force that subdued _Marius_? or armes that discovered _Catulins_ conspiracies? Was it rash reuendg in punishing _Cethegus_? or want of witt in the discoverye of treason? _Cato_ can correct himselfe for traveling by Sea, when the land profereth passage, or to be fole hardy in over mutch hazard. _Aristotle_ accompteth counsell holye, and _Socrates_ can terme it the key of certentye. What shall we count of war but wrath, of battel but hastines, and if I did rule (with _Augustus Cæsar_) I woulde refuse these counselers. What made ye oracle I praye you accompt of _Calchas_ so much? was it not for his wisedome? who doth not like of the governer that had rather meete with _Unum Nestorem_ than _decem Aiaces_? You cannot tame a Lyon but in tyme, neither a Tigres in few dayes. Counsell in _Regulus_ will preferring the liberty of his country before his lyfe, not remit the delivery of _Carthaginian_ captives. _Hannibal_ shall flesh himselfe on an olde mans carkas, whose wisedom preserved his citye. _Adrian_ with letters can governe hys legions, and rule peasablye his provinces by policye. Aske _Silvius Italicus_ what peace is and he will say: _Pax optima rerum quas homini novisse datum est, pax una triumphis Innumeris potior, pax custodire salutem. Et cives æquare potens._ No better thing to man did nature Ever give then peace, Then which to know no greater joy Can come to our encrease. To foster peace is stay of health, And keepes the land in ease. Take cou[n]sell of Ovid what sayth he? _Candida pax homines, trux decet atra feras._ To men doth heavenly peace pertaine And currish anger fitteth brutish vaine.