allas Minerua; Onely I beginne To giue my song; that makes warrs terrible Dinne: Is Patronesse of Citties; and with Mars Marshall'd in all the care, and cure of wars: And in euerted Citties, fights, and Cries. But neuer doth her selfe, set downe, or rise, Before a Cittie; but at both times Shee, All iniur'de people, sets on foot, and free. Giue, with thy warrs force, Fortune then to Me; And with thy Wisedomes force, Felicity.