Thou quiet soul, sleep thou a quiet sleep;
Dream of success and happy victory.
Thou quiet soul, sleep thou a quiet sleep;
Dream of success and happy victory.
If you be King, why should not I succeed?
Sound trumpets let our bloody colors wave And either victory, or else a grave.
I am the Prince of Wales and think not, Percy, To share with me in glory any more Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere Nor can one England brook a double reign,
God on our side, doubt not of victory.
Go, go, poor soul; I envy not thy glory.
He conquers twice who conquers himself in victory.
Times glory is to calm contending kings, To unmask falsehood, and bring truth to light.
And on a love-book pray for my success?
This silence for my sin you did impute,
Which shall be most my glory, being dumb,
For I impair not beauty, being mute,
When others would give life and bring a tomb.
With mine own weakness being best acquainted,
Upon thy part I can set down a story
Of faults concealed, wherein I am attainted,
That thou in losing me shalt win much glory.
Thus hoping that Adonis is alive,
Her rash suspect she doth extenuate;
And that his beauty may the better thrive,
With Death she humbly doth insinuate;
Tells him of trophies, statues, tombs, and stories
His victories, his triumphs and his glories.
Thyself a queen, for me that was a queen,
Outlive thy glory, like my wretched self!
All days of glory, joy, and happiness.
They met me in the day of success, and I have
learned by the perfectest report they have more in them than
mortal knowledge.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories