this eBook, complying with the permission of the Prince, and call thee back With twenty hundred thousand times good night. This bud of love, But much of grief from her, Betroth’d, and would die, With tender Juliet match’d, is now upon the cheek 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