Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904.
Astrophel and StellaXXXVII. My mouth doth water, and my breast doth swell
Sir Philip Sidney (15541586)
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