Twixt Kings And Tyrants There's

No, Not Jove Himselfe, At One Time, Can Be Wise And Love.

He Loves His Bonds Who, When The First Are Broke, Submits His Neck Into A Second Yoke.

Then Be Not Coy, But Use Your Time; And While Ye May, Go Marry: For Having Lost But Once Your Prime, You May For Ever Tarry.

In Things A Moderation Keep; Kings Ought To Shear, Not Skin, Their Sheep.

Conquer We Shall, But, We Must First Contend! It's Not The Fight That Crowns Us, But The End.