His graviora

THE valiant mind, whome nothing can dismay,
The losse of frendes, of goods, or long exile
From natiue countrie, perils on the Sea,
Night-watchings, hunger, thirst, and howerly toile,
Takes courage, and the same abideth fast,
With resolution, even vnto the last.

Such shew'd himselfe, AENEAS vnto those
Of his poore remnant, on the Tyrrhene Seas;
When even dispaire, their eies began to close,
We greater bruntes, haue borne (quoth he) then these:
And God, (my Mates,) when he shall please will send,
Vnto our greatest miseries an end.