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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From me, whose love was of that dignity You are a lover; borrow Cupid's wings, Through lovers' brains, and then they dream of love; Then love-devouring death do what he dare,-- What's here? a cup, clos'd in my true love's hand? Are base respects of thrift, but none of love. So shall I, love; and so, I pray, be you: If love be rough with you, be rough with love; For women's fear and love holds quantity; On pure heart's love, to greet the tender princes.-- What's here? a cup, clos'd in my true love's hand? And charg'd us from his soul to love each other, For doting, not for loving, pupil mine. A right good markman!--And she's fair I love.