My Sovereign, I confess your royal graces
Shower’d on me daily, have been more than could
My studied purposes requite, which went.
Beyond all man’s endeavours ... My endeavours
Have ever come short of my desires,
Yet fill’d with my abilities; Mine own ends
Have been mine so, that evermore they pointed
To th’good of your most Sacred Person, and
The profit of the State. For your good graces
Heap’d upon me (poor Undeserver) I
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