O，she doth teach the torches to burn bright！
It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night
Like a rich jewel in an Ethiope's ear
Beauty too rich for use，for earth too dear！
So shows a snowy dovetrooping 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 my rude hand
Did my heart love till now？
forswear it，sight！
For I ne'er saw true beauty
till this night．