Classic Poem

It is no easie skill to rule aright:
The Helm of State one Hand can hardly sway:
The must needs vse the left, as wel as right,
That in a right Course wil a Kingdome stay:
For, like as Hercules (as Poets faine)
Was gotten in a Night as long as two,
Because that Phebus did his horses raigne
Till Iupiter that Deed, did throughly Do:
So, a right Statseman must of force be bred
In a long Night of Silence, and sad thought;
And in deep skill should hide his subtil Head,
Til his skill be Herculean as it ought:
And then, though Atlas on him Heau'n impose,
He that huge Burden, staidly under-goes!