Giles Fletcher - XII lyrics

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.