H. His Deuises for his owne exercise, and his Friends pleasure [by Thomas Howell] |
Noble minds eyther conquer, or couer.
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H. His Deuises | ||
Noble minds eyther conquer, or couer.
As Scipio smylde to cloke his couert smarte,What tyme he sawe his happy state declyne:
So some alike doe shadowe griefe of harte,
With outwarde myrth, when inwardly they pyne.
And to the worlde yeelde forth such shewes of ioye,
As fewe would deeme, they once did tast annoye.
When they in deede, with Scipios griefe complayne,
Their short regarde, for long employed payne.
H. His Deuises | ||