I Am Not Rich, And Yet My Wealth Surpasseth Human Measure; My Store Untold Is Not Of Gold Nor Any Sordid Treasure. Let This One Hoard His Earthly Pelf, Another Court Ambition-- Not For A Throne Would I Disown My Poor And Proud Condition! The Worldly Gain Achieved To-Day To-Morrow May Be Flying-- The Gifts Of Kings Are Fleeting Things-- The Gifts Of Love Undying! In Her I Love Is All My Wealth-- For Her My Sole Endeavor; No Heart, I Ween, Hath Fairer Queen, No Liege Such Homage, Ever!