Living
Ira Principum
From Minerva Britanna (1612)
BY rash attempt, who iniures mightie men,
Or by base deede, incurres the Princes Ire,
Doth often wish, it were to doe agen,
And that his hand, perhaps were in the fire,
That fought against him, or with Libell base,
Sedition sow'd, or slaunder in disgrace.
For as this Engine, where the same doth light,
Like IOVE'S swift-thunder, merciles it strikes,
And by the roote, rends vp rebellion quite:
The wiser man, will then aware the pikes,
And frame himselfe, to liue without offence,
First God to serue, and afterwardes his Prince.
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Peacham, Henry. “Ira Principum.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/peacham/157/.
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Peacham, Henry. “Ira Principum.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/peacham/157/.
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