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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To those that know me. Come, love and health to all; Grows wide withal. Perhaps he loves you now; A man that loves not me, nor none of you. Tybalt, the reason that I have to love thee Before we reckon with your several loves, My lord, he hath importun'd me with love No boss to answer to And trust me, love, in my eye so do you: Be the attorney of my love to her: A sweeter and a lovelier gentleman,-- This hand, which for thy love did kill thy love; Which still we thank as love. Herein I teach you But love from love, towards school with heavy looks. Why, man, they did make love to this employment; Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother, Say on, my loving lord. After the thing it loves. Call this a lightning?--O my love! my wife! Go, get thee to thy love, as was decreed, That I must love a loathed enemy. The expedition of my violent love Those precious motives, those strong knots of love,-- Why, madam, have I off'red love for this, This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath,