Definitively thus I answer you.
Your love deserves my thanks, but my desert
[♦] Unmeritable shuns your high request.
First, if all obstacles were cut away
And that my path were even to the crown,
[♦] As my ripe revenue and due by birth;
Yet so much is my poverty of spirit,
160 So mighty and so many my defects,
[♦] As I had rather hide me from my greatness,
Being a bark to brook no mighty sea,