O the sweet sence of love's humilitie ! <br />Which feares displeasure in a dearest friend, <br />The onely note of Truth's nobilitie, <br />Whose worthy grace is graced without end; <br />For who wants faith, wants little of a friend; <br />While faithfull love, in humble truth approved, <br />Doth euer Hue, of God and man beloued. <br /> <br />Alas ! the little time of Nature's leave, <br />To runne the course of her allotted care, <br />Where idle shadowes the eie deceaue, <br />That onely hunteth after Fortune's show, <br />And bad must leaue it, ere it be aware: <br />Looke, looke at heauen, and let the world go by, <br />Better to die to Hue, than Hue to die. <br /> <br />Let pride be hatefull vnto euery state,— <br />It is a vice with vertue not allowed; <br />And such a vice as vertue hath in hate, <br />For vertue neuer makes the spirit prowde, <br />And in advauncement of nobilitie <br />Gives greatest graces, Truth's humilitie. <br /> <br />Which grace is gracious in the sight of God, <br />Makes men as saints and women angells seeme, <br />Makes sinne forgotten, mercy vse no rod, <br />And constant faith to prooue in great esteeme; <br />While wisdome's care can neuer truth misdeem, <br />But is in some a blessing of the highest, <br />And to the nature of himself the nighest.<br /><br />Nicholas Breton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/invective-the-hate-of-treason/
