Nile the sweet green reed,
Or Kashmiri silk, or musk-bags, or coral,
or cardamum seed?”
I was loath from all that Pleasaunce of
the Sun and his words and ways,
To come to my country giftless, and showing
no fruit of my days:
But, if my hands were empty of honey,
and pearls and gold,
There were treasures far sweeter than