Wherwith he kept his lieges vnder awe?
It rather wan him hatred euery where,
And fayned faces forc’d by feare of lawe:
That but, while fortune doth with fauour blawe,
Flatter through feare: for in theyr heart lurkes aye
A secret hate that hopeth for a daye.
39.
Recordeth Dionisius the king
That with his rigour so his realme opprest,
As that hee thought by cruell feare to bring