Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904.
Astrophel and StellaXXXVII. My mouth doth water, and my breast doth swell
Sir Philip Sidney (1554–1586)M
My tongue doth itch, my thoughts in labour be:
Listen then Lordings with good ear to me!
For of my life I must a riddle tell.
Towards A
Rich in all beauties which man’s eye can see:
Beauties so far from reach of words, that we
Abuse 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 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 R