作曲 : Anton Brejestovski

O，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

Beauty too rich for use，for earth too dear！

So shows a snowy dovetrooping 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．