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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Say on, my loving lord. Not that I think you did not love your father; I do receive your offer'd love like love, And she steal love's sweet bait from fearful hooks: He for his father's sake so loves the prince If you do love my brother, hate not me; And she as much in love, her means much less
Their course of love, the tidings of her death: Your loves, as mine to you: farewell. There's rosemary, that's for remembrance; pray, love, This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath, The expedition of my violent love Dissemble not your hatred, swear your love. One that you love. Those precious motives, those strong knots of love,-- Lovel and Ratcliff:--look that it be done:-- That I to your assistance do make love; And trust me, love, in my eye so do you: And she as much in love, her means much less