romeosfirstsightofjuliet

O she doth teach the torches to burn bright
It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night
As a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear;
Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear
So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows,
As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows.
The measure done, I'll watch her place of stand
And touching hers make blessed route my rude hand
Did my heart love till now? Forswear it sight,
I ne'er saw true beauty till this night