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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Richard loves Richard; that is, I am I. love passing well. He lives that loves thee better than he could. We must both give and take, my loving lord. Tell me in sadness who is that you love? That all the world will be in love with night, Love is a smoke rais'd with the fume of sighs; With thy black mantle; till strange love, grown bold, This hand, which for thy love did kill thy love; A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life; By heaven, we come to him in perfect love; Then know, that from my soul I love thy daughter. This interchange of love, I here protest, Therefore do nimble-pinion'd doves draw love, Being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears: Refuse not, mighty lord, this proffer'd love. Such love must needs be treason in my breast: Why, madam, have I off'red love for this, This precious book of love, this unbound lover, Thou pout'st upon thy fortune and thy love:-- For doting, not for loving, pupil mine. | Whether love lead fortune, or else fortune love. |
And not impute this yielding to light love,