Caesar, when that the traitor of Egypt With th' honorable head did him present, Covering his gladness, did represent Plaint with his tears outward, as it is writ: And Hannibal eke, when fortune him shit Clean from his reign and from all his intent, Laughed to his folk, whom sorrow did torment, His cruel despite for to disgorge and quit. So chanceth it oft that every passion The mind hideth, by color contrary, With feigned visage, now sad, now merry. Whereby if I laughed any time or season It is for because I have nother way To cloak my care, but under sport and play. |