He with new acquist / Of true experience from this great event / With peace and consolation hath dismissed, / And calm of mind, all passion spent.
Oft he seems to hide his face, / But unexpectedly returns / And to his faithful champion hath in place / Bore witness gloriously.
Yet beauty, though injurious, hath strange power, After offense returning, to regain Love once possess'd
None can love freedom heartily but good men; the rest love not freedom, but license which never hath more scope than under tyrants