Sonnet LXXXI.

Cesare, poi che 'l traditor d' Egitto.     THE COUNTENANCE DOES NOT ALWAYS TRULY INDICATE THE HEART.         When Egypt's traitor Pompey's honour'd head     To Csar sent; then, records so relate,     To shroud a gladness manifestly great,     Some feigned tears the specious monarch shed:     And, when misfortune her dark mantle spread     O'er Hannibal, and his afflicted state,     He laugh'd 'midst those who wept their adverse fate,     That rank despite to wreak defeat had bred.     Thus doth the mind oft variously conceal     Its several passions by a different veil;     Now with a countenance that's sad, now gay:     So mirth and song if sometimes I employ,     'Tis but to hide those sorrows that annoy,     'Tis but to chase my amorous cares away.     NOTT.         Csar, when Egypt's cringing traitor brought     The gory gift of Pompey's honour'd head,     Check'd the full gladness of his instant thought,     And specious tears of well-feign'd pity shed:     And Hannibal, when adverse Fortune wrought     On his afflicted empire evils dread,     'Mid shamed and sorrowing friends, by laughter, sought     To ease the anger at his heart that fed.     Thus, as the mind its every feeling hides,     Beneath an aspect contrary, the mien,     Bright'ning with hope or charged with gloom, is seen.     Thus ever if I sing, or smile betides,     The outward joy serves only to conceal     The inner ail and anguish that I feel.     MACGREGOR.