Non Honos, sed Onus

VAINE man who think'st, that happines consistes,
In great commaund, and Roiall dignitie;
And Kinges with Scepters hold within their fistes,
The perfect summe of all Foelicitie:
No no, their Crownes are lin'd with pricking thorne,
And sable cares, with crimson Robes are worne.

Who list describe the motion of the Sphaere,
Another, some rare, beauteous modell draw;
With Eloquence, let him goe charme the eare,
Thy onely art, must be to keepe in aw,
And curbe with Iustice, the vnrulie crew,
To favor skill, and giue the good their due.