Heaven forgive me!
Ever God bless your grace!
Good my lord,
You are full of heavenly stuff, and bear the
inventory
Of your best graces in your mind; the which
You were now running o'er: you have scarce
time
To steal from spiritual leisure a brief span
To keep your earthly audit.
For holy offices I have a time; a time
To think upon the part of business which
I bear i' the state; and nature does require
Her times of preservation, which perforce
I, her frail son, amongst my brethren mortal,
Must give my tendence to.
You have said well.
