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. Proud can I never be of what I hate; Here's much to do with hate, but more with love:-- By heaven, my soul is purg'd from grudging hate; The bleeding witness of her hatred by; - That they which brought me in my master's hate,
My life were better ended by their hate My only love sprung from my only hate! O, no! alas, I rather hate myself To do this deed will hate you for the deed. Moreover, urge his hateful luxury, That they which brought me in my master's hate, To take her in her heart's extremest hate; Why, then, O brawling love! O loving hate! Whatever I shall think. Can lesser hide his love or hate than he; Dissemble not your hatred, swear your love. In deadly hate the one against the other: My only love sprung from my only hate! Aiming, belike, at your interior hatred More mild, but yet more harmful, kind in hatred: With hate in those where I expect most love!