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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.
Romeo and Juliet
Act I, Scene V
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