ROMEO: Oh, she teaches the torches to burn bright! She hangs on the dark night like a jewel in an Ethiopian's ear. Beauty too costly for use, too precious for this earth!
A snowy dove surrounded by a flock of crows...
I'll watch where she stops and then, by touching her hands, I'll make my rough hands holy.
Did my heart love till now?
...My eyes were liars! for I never saw true beauty till this night.
TYBALT: I can tell by his voice that this man is a Montague.