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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O my lord, if my duty be too bold, my love is too unmannerly. Alas, that love, so gentle in his view, If you do love my brother, hate not me; In sadness, cousin, I do love a woman. Or look'd upon this love with idle sight;-- Then plainly to her tell my loving tale. This precious book of love, this unbound lover, If you do love my brother, hate not me; Made peace of enmity, fair love of hate, Or look'd upon this love with idle sight;-- Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight! - And therefore have I little talk'd of love;
The pangs of despis'd love, the law's delay, Sweet, sweet, sweet nurse, tell me, what says my love? Love, charity, obedience, and true duty! From love's weak childish bow she lives unharm'd. Wife, love Lord Hastings, let him kiss your hand; Conduct me to mine host: we love him highly, Faith, I must leave thee, love, and shortly too; Whereof he is the head. Then if he says he loves you, Being purg'd, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; Thy wit, that ornament to shape and love,
You are a lover; borrow Cupid's wings,