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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