Sir Thomas Wyatt (1503–42). The Poetical Works. 1880.
Songs and SonnetsOf others feigned Sorrow, and the Lovers feigned Mirth
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With the honourable head did him present,
Covering his heart’s gladness, did represent
Plaint with his tears outward, as it is writ.
Eke Hannibal, when fortune him outshut
Clean from his reign, and from all his intent,
Laugh’d to his folk, whom sorrow did torment;
His cruel despite for to disgorge and quit.
So chanced me, that every passion
The mind hideth by colour contrary,
With feigned visage, now sad, now merry;
Whereby if that I laugh at any season,
It is because I have none other way
To cloke my care, but under sport and play.