Бёрд Уильям - My mind to me a kingdom is - ноты, текст песни (слова)

My minde to me a kingdome is,
 such perfect joy therin I find,
 That it excells all other blisse,
 which God or Nature hath assign'd.
 Though much I want, that most would have,
 yet still my mind forbids to crave.
 No princely port nor welthie store,
 no force to winne a victorie,
 no wyly wit to salve a sore,
 no shape to winne a loving eye:
 to none of these I yeld as thrall,
 for why my minde despise them all.
 I see that plentie surfeits oft,
 and hastie clymbers soonest fall:
 I see that such as are a loft,
 mishap doth threaten most of all:
 these get with toyle and keepe with feare,
 such cares my minde can never beare.
 I presse to beare no haughtie sway,
 I wish no more then may suffice:
 I doe no more than well I may,
 look what I want my minde supplies,
 loe thus I triumph like a King,
 my minde content with any thing.
 I laugh not at anothers losse,
 nor grudge not at anothers gaine:
 no worldly waves my minde can tosse,
 I brooke that is anothers bane:
 I feare no foe nor fawne on friend,
 I loth not lyfe nor dread mine end.
 My wealth is health and perfect ease,
 and conscience cleere my chiefe defence,
 I never seeke by brybes to please,
 nor by desert to give offence:
 thus doe I live, thus will I dye,
 would all did so as well as I.
 Sir Edward Dyer (1543-1607)