Caesar, when that the traytour of Egipt
With th’onorable hed did him present,
Covering his gladness, did represent
Playnt with his teeres owteward, as it is writt.
And Hannyball eke, when fortune him shitt
Clene from his reign and from all his intent,
Laught to his folke whome sorrowe did torment,
His cruell dispite for to disgorge and qwit.
So chaunceth it oft that every passion
The mynde hideth by colour contrary
With fayned visage, now sad, now mery:
Whereby if I laught any tyme or season,
It is for bicause I have nother way
To cloke my care but vnder sport and play.