Classic Poem

Greed once, when enemies are turned friends,
Each of them anger vaile , sinister ends
Repulsing backe, they then lay quite aside,
And in a fast firme peace ever abide;
Leading their lives as if that anger vailed ,
Doubtlesse had never on their soules assailed,
Envenoming their breath with peevish hate.

Anger delighteth still in fell debate,
Vaile then this anger should a wise man then,
Nobly agreeing with his Country-men.
Great Peere you preach this in your worthy life,
In whom no shadow shews of any strife;
Excelling thus in vailing anger so,
Rare are the hearts that you can overgoe.