Fairfax, whose name in armes through Europe rings <br />Filling each mouth with envy, or with praise, <br />And all her jealous monarchs with amaze, <br />And rumors loud, that daunt remotest kings, <br />Thy firm unshak'n vertue ever brings <br />Victory home, though new rebellions raise <br />Their Hydra heads, & the fals North displaies <br />Her brok'n league, to impe their serpent wings, <br />O yet a nobler task awaites thy hand; <br />Yet what can Warr, but endless warr still breed, <br />Till Truth, & Right from Violence be freed, <br />And Public Faith cleard from the shamefull brand <br />Of Public Fraud. In vain doth Valour bleed <br />While Avarice, & Rapine share the land.<br /><br />John Milton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-the-lord-gen-fairfax-at-the-seige-of-colchest/
