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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.
Toward 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.