Then who so deales for warre, must wisely make his marte, And choose such souldiers stout will stiffe in warfare stande: Yf hee not recke what ruffian roysters take his parte, Hee weeldes vnwisely then the mace of _Mars_ in hande: He must be able eke, to deeme for sea and lande What men may serue, to best aduauntage make, And them enstruct fine warlike poynts to take. 38. With scilfull knowledge fraight hee muste be voyde of feare, Of wisedom so discreete, so sober, graue and sage, To deeme, perceiue, abyde, aduentures both to beare As may in all exployts of fight with fortune wage: Hee must haue art in vre, and vse not rule by rage: Wise dealing sets the souldiers sure in ray, Wilde ouer rashnesse casteth all away. 39. The cause, grounde, place and time, the order of theyr fights, The valure of his foes, and what is theyr intent, The weather fayre or foule, occasion of the nights, What witty wyles and pollicies may them preuent, And how the time or store of th’enmies hath beene spent: All these, I say, must well be weyde before, By him that sets in warres of credit store. 40. In all which poynts that noble duke his grace did passe, I meane the regent good, for chuseing, vseing men, By nature framde thereto, hee wonders[1876] scilfull was, And frendly vsed all, instructing now and then Not only captaynes stout, that were his countrey men, But also sondry souldiers as occasion came, And taught them how to warres themselues to frame. 41. His princely grace and gesture yet mee thinks I see, And how hee bare himselfe, to deale for warre or peace: In warre full _Mars_-like, hardy, sterne, and bolde was hee: And meeke and prudent, mercifull, when stormes of warres did cease: Whom pity mou’d as much inflicted paynes to releace, As euer wight in whom the broyles of war, Or force of fights, had entred in so far. 42. Which if agayne to rue the losse of such a frend, In sight with playnts, of teares the fountaynes out might flow: So all lamenting muses would mee waylings lend, The dolours of my heart in sight agayne to show: I would deplore his death, and England’s cause of woe, With such sad mourning tunes, and such sobs, sighes, and teares, As were not seene for one, this ten times twenty yeares. 43.