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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| Is love a tender thing? it is too rough, |
Or look'd upon this love with idle sight;-- Grapples you to the heart and love of us, For doting, not for loving, pupil mine. I hate it, and desire all good men's love.-- Romeo, the love I bear thee can afford By heaven, we come to him in perfect love; And therefore,--since I cannot prove a lover, A grandam's name is little less in love That God, the law, my honour, and her love When I had seen this hot love on the wing,-- Under love's heavy burden do I sink. So loving-jealous of his liberty. As meditation or the thoughts of love, Thy dear love sworn, but hollow perjury, That heaven finds means to kill your joys with love! Having bought love with such a bloody spoil. To turn your households' rancour to pure love. Think true love acted simple modesty. And gave him what becomed love I might, Believe me, love, it was the nightingale. That Henry's death, my lovely Edward's death,