A beautiful cloudy abrasive painting of the O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright. It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night As a rich jewel in an Ethiope'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 rude hand. Did my heart love till now. Forswear it, sight. For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night. , by Keith Haring and Pieter Claesz, matte, trending on Behance | Painting