Oyonale - 3D art and graphic experiments
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Click on the verses to see them in context. Shakespeare's plays are available from the Gutenberg Projet.
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I hate not you for her proud arrogance. Canker'd with peace, to part your canker'd hate: | More direful hap betide that hated wretch |
My only love sprung from my only hate! Despis'd, distressed, hated, martyr'd, kill'd!-- More grief to hide than hate to utter love. | That they which brought me in my master's hate, |
See what a scourge is laid upon your hate, Whate'er thou art, for thy good caution, thanks; More hateful to mine ear. I have an interest in your hate's proceeding, Dissemble not your hatred, swear your love. My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself, Here's much to do with hate, but more with love:-- Whate'er thou hear'st or seest, stand all aloof Aiming, belike, at your interior hatred Whate'er thou art, for thy good caution, thanks; | That they which brought me in my master's hate, |
O day! O day! O day! O hateful day! Canker'd with peace, to part your canker'd hate: Whate'er thou hear'st or seest, stand all aloof