Than in my greatness covet to be hid
And in the vapour of my glory smother’d.
[♦] But, God be thanked, there’s no need of me,
[♦] And much I need to help you, if need were;
The royal tree hath left us royal fruit,
Which, mellow’d by the stealing hours of time,
Will well become the seat of majesty,
[♦] And make, no doubt, us happy by his reign.
[♦] On him I lay what you would lay on me,
The right and fortune of his happy stars;