The sound of thy sweet name, my dearest treasure

The sound of thy sweet name, my dearest treasure,
Delights me more than sight of other faces:
A glimpse of thy sweet face breeds me more pleasure,
Than any other's kindest words and graces.
One gracious word that from thy lips proceedeth,
I value more than others' dovelike kisses:
And thy chaste kiss in my conceit exceedeth
Others' embraces, and love's chiefest blisses.