Oyonale - 3D art and graphic experiments
ShakeSpam
Click on the verses to see them in context. Shakespeare's plays are available from the Gutenberg Projet.
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O that I were a glove upon that hand,
That murder'd my love's cousin,--with which grief, By heaven, I love thee better than myself; With hate in those where I expect most love! This general applause and cheerful shout
Argues your wisdoms and your love to Richard: Mad for thy love? Before we reckon with your several loves, Since love our hearts, and Hymen did our hands, Hath he set bounds between their love and me? And with no less nobility of love That even our loves should with our fortunes change; His lordship knows me well and loves me well.-- And with no less nobility of love For stony limits cannot hold love out: Therefore have done: some grief shows much of love; To cross my obsequies and true love's rite? Alack, I love myself. Wherefore? for any good