Great Britain -- History -- Poetry; Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616 -- Sources
The good successe th’affaires of England found,
Much prais’d the choice of me that had been made:
For where most men the depth durst hardly sound,
I held it nothing boldly through to wade
My selfe, and through the strait’st waies I woond:
So could I act, so well I could perswade,
As meerely iouiall, me to mirth applie,[2019]
Compos’d of freedome and alacritie.
29.
Not long it was ere Rome of me did ring
(Hardly shall Rome so full daies see again)
Of freemen’s catches to the pope I sing,
Which wan much licence to my countrimen,
Thither the which I was the first did bring,
That were vnknowne to Italy till then:
Light humours, them when iudgement doth direct,
Euen of the wise win plausible respect.
30.
And those, from whom that pensions were allow’d,
And heere[2020] did for intelligence remaine,
Vnder my power themselues were glad to shroud,
_Russell_ and _Pace_, yea, oftentimes were faine,
When as their names they durst not haue auow’d,
Me into their societie t’retaine,
Rising before me, mightie as they were,
Great though at home, yet did they need me there.
31.
In forraine parts nere friends I yet forsake,
That had before been deeply bound to mee,
And would againe I vse of them should make,
But still my starres command I should be free,
And all those offers lightly from me shake,
Which to requite, I fettred else might bee,
And though that oft great perils me oppungne,
And meanes were weak, my mind was euer strong.
32.
And[2021] those great wants fate to my youth did tie
Me from delights[2022] of those rich countries driue,
Thereby inforc’d with painfull industrie
Against affliction manfully to striue,
Vnder her burthen faintly not to lie,
But since my good I hardly must deriue,
Vnto the same to make my selfe a way[2023]
Through all the power against me she could lay.
33.
As a comedian where my[2024] life I led,
For so a while my need did me constraine,
With other my poore countrimen (that plai’d)
Thither that came in hope of better gaine,
Whereas when fortune seem’d me low to tread
Vnder her feet, she set me vp againe,
Vntill the[2025] vse me bad her not to feare
Her good and ill that patiently could beare.
34.
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