Astrophel and Stella: 37

My mouth doth water, and my breast doth swell,My tongue doth itch, my thoughts in labour be:Listen then Lordings with good eare 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 weAbase her praise, saying she doth excell:Rich in the treasure of deseru'd renowne,Rich in the riches of a royall hart,Rich in those gifts which giue th'eternall crowne;Who though most rich in these and euery part,Which make the parents of true worldly blisse,Hath no misfortune, but that Rich she is.