Astrophil and Stella

Sonnet 37

My mouth doth water, and my breast doth swell, 
   My tongue doth itch, my thoughts in labour be: 
   Listen then, lordings, with good ear to me, 
For of my life I must a riddle tell. 
Toward Aurora's court a nymph doth dwell, 
   Rich in all beauties which man's eye can see; 
   Beauties so far from reach of words that we 
Abase her praise saying she doth excel; 
   Rich in the treasure of deserved renowne, 
Rich in the riches of a royal heart, 
Rich in those gifts which give the eternal crown; 
Who, though most rich in these and every part 
   Which make the patents of true worldy bliss, 
   Hath no misfortune but that Rich she is.  
Sir Philip Sidney

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