I wish sometimes, although a worthless thing, 
Spurred by ambition, glad to aspire, 
Myself a monarch, or some mighty king, 
And then my thoughts do wish for to be higher. 
But when I view what winds the cedars toss. 
What storms men feels that covet for renown, 
I blame myself that I have wished my loss, 
And scorn a kingdom, though it give a crown. 
Ah Licia, though the wonder of my thought, 
My heart's content, procurer of my bliss, 
For whom a crown I do esteem as naught, 
As Asia's wealth, too mean to buy a kiss! 
Kiss me, sweet love, this favor do for me; 
Then crowns and kingdoms shall I scorn for thee.