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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There's rosemary, that's for remembrance; pray, love, Is love a tender thing? it is too rough, With thy black mantle; till strange love, grown bold, The love that follows us sometime is our trouble, A lover may bestride the gossamer Ah me! how sweet is love itself possess'd, To season love, that of it doth not taste! And his great love, sharp as his spur, hath holp him Being purg'd, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; Can lesser hide his love or hate than he; a better love to be-rhyme her; Dido, a dowdy; Cleopatra, a gypsy; From me, whose love was of that dignity Dost thou love me, I know thou wilt say Ay; When but love's shadows are so rich in joy! For women's fear and love holds quantity; My brother's love, the devil, and my rage. And from my heart's love I do thank thee for it. Such as I love; and you among the store, And gave him what becomed love I might, And gave him what becomed love I might,
When I am cold in love to you or yours.