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"Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night."
Oh, 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,
45Beauty 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 blessèd my rude hand.
50Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight!
For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.


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