Sir Philip Sidney - Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet LXIX (Oh joy, too high for my low style to show: ) lyrics

Oh joy, too high for my low style to show: Oh bliss, fit for a nobler state than me: Envy, put out thine eyes, lest thou do see What oceans of delight in me do flow. My friend, that oft saw through all masks my woe, Come, come, and let me pour myself on thee; Gone is the winter of my misery, My spring appears, oh see what here doth grow. For Stella hath with words where faith doth shine, Of her high heart giv'n me the monarchy: I, I, oh I may say that she is mine, And though she give but thus condition'ly This realm of bliss, while virtuous course I take, No kings be crown'd, but they some covenants make.