Beatus, a quo non humilem gravis
Fortuna vocem, non tumidam levis
Expressit umquam curiosis
Dum tacitus premit ora fatis.

That man's a King. Hee doth not faine
His lookes to th' votes o'th' vulgar straine,
The popular stage, and publike showes
Ne're moves him, nor the ayre that blowes
With swift applause; Hee's blest whose sprite
Fall Fortune sad, or fall she light,
Hath ne're exprest, to th'standers by,
A low complaint, or haughty cry;
But, lest the curious Fates displease--
Hee should, holds modestly his peace.

Ad prima si quis vulnera non gemit,
Solo peregit bella silentio:
Celare qui novit sinistros,
Ille potest bene ferre casus.
Ille, & caducis se licet undi;
Suspendat auris pontus, & in caput
Unius & flammas, & undam, &
Vertat agens maria omnia Auster,
Rerum ruinas, mentis ab ardua
Sublimis aula, non sine gaudio
Spectabit, & late ruenti
Subjiciens sua collo caelo

At's first wounds, who nor grones, nor quakes,
A Conquest with his silence makes:
Hee that mischance knowes how to hide,
The worst of ills, can best abide.
Hee, though the Sea should every where
Hang up its waves i'th' flitting ayre;
And the rough winds on him, should presse
Flames mix'd with billowes, nay whole Seas,
From the high Court of's lofty mind
I'th' midst o'th' ruine, sport can find;
Sets to his neck to th' falling skye,

Mundum decoro vulnere fulciet;
Interq; caeli fragmina, lugubre
Telluris insistet sepulchrum, ac
Incolumis morientis aevi
Heres, ab alto prospiciet, magis
Haec magnae quam sint quae pedibus premit,
Quam quae relinquet; jam tum Olympi
Non dubius moriturus hospes.

And props the world most valiantly:
To the now gasping Age safe heyre,
Leans on the Earth's sad sepulchre,
Whence, 'midst the fragments of the skye,
Hee sees most clearly from on hye,
How much more great those things appeare,
Hee treads on, then indeed they are,
Being then prepar'd, and ready drest
To dye _Olympus_ certaine guest.

Quo cum volentem fata reduxerint,
Nil interest, an morbus, an hosticus
Impellat ensis, quo supremum
Urget itur. Semel advehemur
Quam navigamus semper in insulam
Seu lata magnis stravimus aequora
Regis carinis; seu Quirites,