1981380There might you see the labouring Pyoner

1381Begrim'd with sweat, and smeared all with dust,

1382And from the towres of Troy, there would appeare

1383The verie eyes of men through loop-holes thrust,

1384Gazing vppon the Greekes with little lust,

1385 Such sweet obseruance in this worke was had,

1386 That one might see those farre of eyes looke sad.

1991387In great commaunders, Grace, and Maiestie,

1388You might behold triumphing in their faces,

1389In youth quick-bearing and dexteritie,

1390And here and there the Painter interlaces

1391Pale cowards marching on with trembling paces.

1392 Which hartlesse peasaunts did so wel resemble,

1393 That one would swear he saw them quake & trēble.

2001394In AIAX and VLYSSES, ô what Art

1395Of Phisiognomy might one behold!

1396The face of eyther cypher'd eythers heart,

1397Their face, their manners most expreslie told,

1398In AIAX eyes blunt rage and rigour rold,

1399 But the mild glance that slie VLYSSES lent,

1400 Shewed deepe regard and smiling gouernment.