Classic Poem

When trait'rous Photine Caesar did present
With his great rival's honourable head,
He taught his eyes a stream of tears to shed,
Hiding in his false heart his true content.

And Hannibal, when Fortune's balance light
Raised low-brought Rome and swayed proud Carthage down,
While all but he bewailed their yielding town,
He laughed to ease his swelling heart's despight.

Thus cunning minds can mask with diverse art
Grief under feigned smiles, joy under tears:
Like Hannibal, I cannot hide my fears,
Setting clear looks upon a cloudy heart.
But let me joys enjoy, dear; you shall try,
Caesar hid not his joys so well as I.