Classic Poem

Ever that state, that free from warre in rest,
Doth happily repose, is still most blest,
War evermore delights in broyles and bloud,
Assuredly therefore cannot be good;
Rather it very hurtfull is indeed,
Destroying quite the noble humane seed,

Vexing the heart with fearefull care, and griefe,
And never yeelding any sweet reliefe.
Vex'd war adue then, we most blessed are,
Xerxes nere knew this biessing to declare.