Of Treaties fond, o'erweening of his parts,
In ev'ry Treaty, of his own mean arts
He fell the dupe; Peace was his Coward care,
E'en at a time when Justice call'd for war;
His pen he'd draw, to prove his lack of wit,
But, rather than unsheathe the sword, submit;
TRUTH fairly must record, and, pleas'd to live
In league with MERCY, JUSTICE may forgive
Kingdoms betray'd, and Worlds resign'd to SPAIN,
But never can forgive a RALEIGH slain.