For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright,
Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.

She's beautiful, and therefore to be woo'd She is a woman, therefore to be won

Beauty is bought by judgement of the eye.

O! she doth teach the torches to burn bright
It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night
Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear;
Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear.

- Romeo -

The Devil hath power
To assume a pleasing shape.

The Brightness of her cheek would shame those stars as daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven would through the airy region stream so bright that birds would sing, and think it were not night.