Thomas Wyatt
Thomas Wyatt
Thomas Wyatt
Thomas Wyatt
Thomas Wyatt
Thomas Wyatt
Thomas Wyatt
Thomas Wyatt
Thomas Wyatt
Thomas Wyatt
Thomas Wyatt
Thomas Wyatt
Thomas Wyatt
Thomas Wyatt
Thomas Wyatt
Thomas Wyatt
Thomas Wyatt
Thomas Wyatt
Thomas Wyatt
Thomas Wyatt
Thomas Wyatt
Thomas Wyatt
Thomas Wyatt
Thomas Wyatt
Thomas Wyatt
Thomas Wyatt
Thomas Wyatt
Thomas Wyatt
Thomas Wyatt
Thomas Wyatt
Thomas Wyatt
Thomas Wyatt
Thomas Wyatt
Thomas Wyatt
Thomas Wyatt
Thomas Wyatt
Thomas Wyatt
Thomas Wyatt
Thomas Wyatt
Thomas Wyatt
Thomas Wyatt
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 Hanniball, 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 colour contrary
With feigned visage, now sad, now merry;
Whereby if I laughed any time or season,
It is for because I have n'other way
To cloak my care but under sport and play.