"To what, my love, shall I compare thine eyne? Crystal is muddy. O, how ripe in show Thy lips, those..."

“To what, my love, shall I compare thine eyne?
Crystal is muddy. O, how ripe in show
Thy lips, those kissing cherries, tempting grow!
That pure congealed white, high Taurus snow,
Fann’d with the eastern wind, turns to a crow
When thou hold'st up thy hand: O, let me kiss
This princess of pure white, this seal of bliss!”

- Demetrius (A Midsummer Night’s Dream, Act III scene ii)

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