That thou and al the worlde may see, how great
A care it is to rule a royal realme:
My dreame shal showe, that blisse doth not consist
In wealth nor want: but he alone is blest,
Who is content with his assigned fate,
And neuer striues to clime to higher state.
18.
“When seemely Sol had rest his glittering gleames,
And Nox the earth with darkenesse did imp[a]le:[1220]
Dame Sinthia then with her bright burnishte beames,