Astrophil and Stella: 37th Sonnet

by Philip Sidney

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 Auroras Court a nymph doth dwell,
Rich in all beauties which mans eye can see;
Beauties so farre from reach of words that we
Abase her praise saying she doth excell;
Rich in the treasure of deserv'd renowne,
Rich in the riches of a royall heart,
Rich in those gifts which give th'eternall crowne;
Who, though most rich in these and ev'ry part
Which make the patents of true worldy blisse,
Hath no misfortune but that Rich she is.

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