Juliet’s Beauty – Caprice (rússia) – letras

O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!Her beauty hangs upon the cheek of nightLike 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.