undeserver

Pay the musicians , sirrah . —
Farewell , hostess . — Farewell , Doll . You see , my
good wenches , how men of merit are sought after .
The undeserver may sleep when the man of action
is called on . Farewell , good wenches . If I be not sent
away post , I will see you again ere I go .

My sovereign , I confess your royal graces ,
Showered on me daily , have been more than could
My studied purposes requite , which went
Beyond all man’s endeavors . My endeavors
Have ever come too short of my desires ,
Yet filed 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 great graces
Heaped upon me , poor undeserver , I
Can nothing render but allegiant thanks ,
My prayers to heaven for you , my loyalty ,
Which ever has and ever shall be growing
Till death — that winter — kill it .