My simple selfe, and service evermore;
And he that high does sit, and all things see
With equall eyes, their merites to restore,
Behold what ye this day have done for mee,
And what I cannot quite, requite with usuree.
XXVIII
But sith the heavens, and your faire handeling
Have made you master of the field this day,
Your fortune maister[°] eke with governing,