The First Mars Or Makes.

Store of courage to me grant,
Now I'm turn'd a combatant;
Help me, so that I my shield,
Fighting, lose not in the field.
That's the greatest shame of all
That in warfare can befall.
Do but this, and there shall be
Offer'd up a wolf to thee.

That prince takes soon enough the victor's room
Who first provides not to be overcome.

Man is composed here of a twofold part;
The first of nature, and the next of art;
Art presupposes nature; nature, she
Prepares the way for man's docility.

Hard are the two first stairs unto a crown:
Which got, the third bids him a king come down.

Where love begins, there dead thy first desire:
A spark neglected makes a mighty fire.

Conquer we shall, but we must first contend;
'Tis not the fight that crowns us, but the end.