Do not expect to hear of all
Your good at once, lest it forestall
A sweetness would be new;
Some things the Fates would have concealed
From us the gods, lest being revealed
Our powers shall envy you.
It is enough your people learn
The reverence of your peace,
As well as strangers do discern
The glories, by th’increase;
And that the princely augur here, your son,
Do by his father’s lights his courses run.