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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Call me but love, and I'll be new baptiz'd; That fair for which love groan'd for, and would die, How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me: Is Rosaline, that thou didst love so dear, Bear her my true love's kiss; and so, farewell. Art thou gone so? my lord, my love, my friend! Whether love lead fortune, or else fortune love. And then return lamenting to my love.-- And I will love thee, and prefer thee for it. My true-love passion: therefore pardon me; Love is a smoke rais'd with the fume of sighs; Lest that thy love prove likewise variable. Could not, with all their quantity of love, Tell me in sadness who is that you love? That may be must be, love, on Thursday next. Nature is fine in love; and where 'tis fine, This interchange of love, I here protest, To my proceeding!--if, with pure heart's love, but now the time gives it proof. I did love you once. So loving-jealous of his liberty. My conceal'd lady to our cancell'd love? Love is a smoke rais'd with the fume of sighs; The valiant Paris seeks you for his love.