His glorious dispensations must have an honest fruition, for His arm is not shortened." He rose to his feet and tightened the belt which he had unbuckled.

"I await a sign," he said.

"Pray for me, friend, for I am a man in sore perplexity.

I lie o' nights at Whitehall in one of the King's rich beds, but my eyes do not close.

From you I have got the ripeness of human wisdom, but my heart is not satisfied.