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 a riddle I must tell. Towards 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 renown; Rich in the riches of a royal heart; Rich in those gifts that give the 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. |