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My mouth doth water, and my breast doth swell, 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 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.
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