And I as many from Jerusalem,

Judæa , Gaza, and Scalonians bounds,

That on mount Sinay with their ensignes spread,

Looke like the parti-coloured cloudes of heaven,

That shew faire weather to the neighbor morne.

Your Majesy may choose some pointed time,

Perfourming all your promise to the full:

Tis nought for your majesty to give a kingdome.