My mouth doth water, and my breast doth swell, <br />My tongue doth itch, my thoughts in labor be: <br />Listen then, lordings, with good ear to me, <br />For of my life I must a riddle tell. <br /> <br />Toward Aurora's court a nymph doth dwell, <br />Rich in all beauties which man's eye can see: <br />Beauties so far from reach of words, that we <br />Abase her praise, saying she doth excel: <br /> <br />Rich in the treasure of deserv'd renown, <br />Rich in the riches of a royal heart, <br />Rich in those gifts which give th'eternal crown; <br /> <br />Who though most rich in these and every part, <br />Which make the patents of true worldly bliss, <br />Hath no misfortune, but that Rich she is.<br /><br />Sir Philip Sidney<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-37-my-mouth-doth-water/
