Deceives thee with the thought that thou canst gaze

Unmoved on civil strife. It shames my soul

On the eve of war to slumber at thy side,

And rise from thy dear breast when trumpets call

A woeful world to misery and arms.

I fear in civil war to feel no loss

To Magnus. Meantime safer than a king

Lie hid, nor let the fortune of thy lord

(Editor：nature)