True beauty

She Doth Teach the Torches to Burn Bright



O, she doth teach

the torches to burn bright!

It seems she hangs

upon the cheer 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 my rude hand.

Did my heart love till now?

Forswear it, sight!

For I ne'er saw

true beauty till this night.



By WIlliam Shakespeare