“Valorous Scipio and gentle Laelius,
        Removed from the scene and rout so clamorous,
        Were wont to recreate themselves their robes laid by,
        Whilst supper by the cook was making ready.”

Machiavel, in the eighth book of his Florentine history, gives this note of Cosmo de Medici, the wisest and gravest man of his time in Italy, that he would [3518]"now and then play the most egregious fool in his carriage, and was so much given to jesters, players and childish sports, to make himself merry, that he that should but consider his gravity on the one part, his folly and lightness on the other, would surely say, there were two distinct persons in him.”  Now methinks he did well in it, though [3519] Salisburiensis be of opinion, that magistrates, senators, and grave men, should not descend to lighter sports, ne respublica ludere videatur:  but as Themistocles, still keep a stern and constant carriage.  I commend Cosmo de Medici and Castruccius Castrucanus, than whom Italy never knew a worthier captain, another Alexander, if [3520]Machiavel do not deceive us in his life:  “when a friend of his reprehended him for dancing beside his dignity,” (belike at some cushion dance) he told him again, qui sapit interdiu, vix unquam noctii desipit, he that is wise in the day may dote a little in the night.  Paulus Jovius relates as much of Pope Leo Decimus, that he was a grave, discreet, staid man, yet sometimes most free, and too open in his sports.  And ’tis not altogether [3521]unfit or misbeseeming the gravity of such a man, if that decorum of time, place, and such circumstances be observed. [3522]_Misce stultitiam consiliis brevem_—­and as [3523]he said in an epigram to his wife, I would have every man say to himself, or to his friend,

       “Moll, once in pleasant company by chance,
        I wished that you for company would dance: 
        Which you refus’d, and said, your years require,
        Now, matron-like, both manners and attire. 
        Well, Moll, if needs you will be matron-like,
        Then trust to this, I will thee matron-like: 
        Yet so to you my love, may never lessen,
        As you for church, house, bed, observe this lesson: 
        Sit in the church as solemn as a saint,
        No deed, word, thought, your due devotion taint: 
        Veil, if you will, your head, your soul reveal
        To him that only wounded souls can heal: 
        Be in my house as busy as a bee. 
        Having a sting for every one but me;
        Buzzing in every corner, gath’ring honey: 
        Let nothing waste, that costs or yieldeth money.
[3524] And when thou seest my heart to mirth incline,
        Thy tongue, wit, blood, warm with good cheer and wine: 
          Then of sweet sports let no occasion scape,
          But be as wanton, toying as an ape.”