My Mind to me a Kingdom is By Edward DeVere (maybe) 1855

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Chris Condra

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I'm simply reading a well know and personally favored poem to shar a feel of the timbre of my voice and enunciation. Thank you for your consideration.

Vocal Characteristics

Language

English

Voice Age

Young Adult (18-35)

Accents

North American (General)

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Hello. My name is chris Condra, and I'll be reading Edward de Vere, Earl of Oxford. My mind to me A kingdom is first published in modified form in William Byrd's psalms, sonnets and songs of sadness and pity. 15 88. My mind to me, A kingdom is such perfect joy there. And I find that it excels all other bliss, that world of ford's or grows by kind. So much I want, which most men have yet. Still my mind forbids to crave, no princely pomp, no wealthy store, no force to win the victory, no wily wit to solve us, or no shape to feed each gazing. I to none of these. I yield as thrall for why my mind does serve for all. I see how plenty suffers off, how hasty climbers soon do fall. I see that those that are aloft mishap doth threaten most of all they get with oil they keep with fear such cares! My mind could never bear content. I live. This is my stay. I seek no more than may surprise. I pressed the bear, no hearty sway, look what I lack! My mind supplies low, thus I triumph like a king, content with what my mind does bring. Some have too much yet still dupree. I have little, and seek no more. They are but poor, so much they have, and I am rich with little store. They pour. I rich they beg, I give, they lack. I leave they pine. I live. I laugh not at another's loss. I grudge not at another's game, no worldly waves. My mind can toss My state at one that still remain. I fear no foe nor fawning friend. I loathe not life, nor dread my end. Some way. Their pleasures, by their lust, their wisdom, by the rage of will. Their treasure is there only trust and cloaked craft, their store of skill, but all the pleasure that I find is to maintain a quiet mind. My wealth is health and perfect ease. My conscience clear my chief defense. I neither seek by bribes to please, nor by the sea to breed offense. Thus do I live. Thus, will I die? But I'll do so well as I.