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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But it does not work this way. O, no! alas, I rather hate myself And hate the idle pleasures of these days. My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself, Dissemble not your hatred, swear your love. By doing damned hate upon thyself? That they which brought me in my master's hate, For hateful deeds committed by myself! See what a scourge is laid upon your hate, Our former hatred, so thrive I and mine! Can lesser hide his love or hate than he; Aiming, belike, at your interior hatred What, drawn, and talk of peace! I hate the word Here's much to do with hate, but more with love:-- Accurs'd, unhappy, wretched, hateful day! But thankful even for hate that is meant love. Despis'd, distressed, hated, martyr'd, kill'd!-- More mild, but yet more harmful, kind in hatred: Accurs'd, unhappy, wretched, hateful day! More mild, but yet more harmful, kind in hatred: And turn you all your hatred now on me? I hate it, and desire all good men's love.-- With hate in those where I expect most love!