Romeo: Well, in that hit you miss: she'll not be hit With Cupid's arrow, she hath Diana's wit, And in strong proof of chastity well armed From love's weak childish bow she lives unharmed. She will not stay the siege of loving terms Nor bid the encounter of assailing eyes Nor open her lap to saint-seducing gold; O she is rich in beauty, only poor That when she dies, with beauty dies her store.