Love’s Labour’s Lost: The Musical - The King's Sonnet lyrics

So sweet a kiss the golden sun gives not
To those fresh morning drops upon the rose
As thy eye-beams
When their fresh rays have smote
The night of dew that on
My cheeks down flows:
Nor shines the silver moon one half so bright
Through the transparent bosom of the deep
As doth thy face through tears
Of mine give light
Thou shinest in every tear that I do weep:
No drop but as a coach doth carry thee
So ridest thou triumphing in my woe
Do but behold the tears that swell in me
And they thy glory through
My grief will show:
But do not love thyself then thou wilt keep
My tears for glasses, and still make me weep
O queen of queens! how far dost thou excel
No thought can think
Nor tongue of mortal tell