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Etiam hosti servanda
From Minerva Britanna (1612)
OF CONCORD firme, the Romans in their coine,
This symbole gaue, their peace about to make,
That as their hands, in one their hearts should ioine,
And sooner first, they would their liues forsake,
Then treachr'ously, their vow and promise breake,
Though to their foe, if they the word did speake.
For lo, the Lord who secrets all doth knowe,
With vengeance most, doth plague the faithles wight:
As that same "Card'nall, prou'd not long agoe,
Who in the feild against his faith would fight:
With God and man, the truth accepted is;
Oh! let not heathen, vs excell in this.
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Peacham, Henry. “Etiam hosti servanda.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/peacham/132/.
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Peacham, Henry. “Etiam hosti servanda.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/peacham/132/.
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