More Tuneable Than Lark To Shepherd's Ear

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Call you me fair? That fair again unsay.
Demetrius loves your fair, O happy fair!
Your eyes are lodestars and your tongue's sweet air,
More tuneable than lark to shepherd's ear,
Wheat is green when hawthorn buds appear.
Sickness is catching, O were favor so!
Yours would I catch, fair Hermia; ere I go.
My ear should catch your voice; my eye your eye.
My tongue should catch your tongue's sweet melody.
Were the world mine, Demetrius being bated,
The rest I'd give to be to you translated.
O, teach me how you look, and with what art,
You sway the motion of Demetrius' heart!

Sorry, I had to memorize this for Shakespeare and I thought typing it out one more time would help.
Enjoy.