Astrophil and Stella, Sonnet 37

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.
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 which 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.