Sic nos Dij

THE Tennis-ball, when strucken to the ground,
With Racket, or the gentle Schoole-boies hand,
With greater force, doth back againe rebound,
His Fate, (though senceles) seeming to withstand:
Yea, at the instant of his forced fall,
With might redoubled, mountes the highest of all.

So when the Gods aboue, haue struck vs low,
(For men as balls, within the handes are said,)
We cheifly then, should manly courage show,
And not for every trifle be afraid:
For when of Fortune, most we stand in feare,
Then Tyrant-like, she most will domineere.