Bright...

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! So shows a snowy dove trooping 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 hand. - Shakespeare / Romeo & Juliet