Sir Philip Sidney - Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet XXXVII (My mouth doth water, and my breast doth swell,) lyrics

My mouth doth water, and my breast doth swell, My tongue doth itch, my thoughts in labor 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 deserv'd renown, Rich in the riches of a royal heart, Rich in those gifts which give th'eternal crown; Who though most rich in these and every part, Which make the patents of true worldly bliss, Hath no misfortune, but that Rich she is.