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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O, no, he loves me, and he holds me dear: And from my heart's love I do thank thee for it. So from thy soul's love didst thou love her brothers; That thou dost love my daughter from thy soul: The expedition of my violent love I thank his grace, I know he loves me well; In love? As needful in our loves, fitting our duty? Why, then, O brawling love! O loving hate! That all the world will be in love with night, Of love? Of my child's love: I think she will be rul'd Out of her favour where I am in love. Why, man, they did make love to this employment; Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother, Alas that love, whose view is muffled still, Can lesser hide his love or hate than he; love passing well. Such love must needs be treason in my breast: Thou mayst prove false; at lovers' perjuries, Conduct me to mine host: we love him highly, A right good markman!--And she's fair I love. Having bought love with such a bloody spoil. Then plainly know my heart's dear love is set