My only love, sprung from my only hate! Why has cupid chosen to place such torture onto me? A Capulet, how could I not see? And not only a Capulet, but one who’s mother has already found her a suitor!
Tonight I gazed upon an angel, a rich jewel in an Ethiop’s ear, Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear! Sin from my lips, passed into here and then onto me she placed it back.