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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Lord Hastings, you and he are near in love. Fie, fie, thou sham'st thy shape, thy love, thy wit; Not that I think you did not love your father; Stew'd in corruption, honeying and making love Prick love for pricking, and you beat love down.-- Killing that love which thou hast vow'd to cherish; That may be must be, love, on Thursday next. So shall I, love; and so, I pray, be you: And charg'd us from his soul to love each other, Your loves, as mine to you: farewell. It is my lady; O, it is my love! Their course of love, the tidings of her death: Wert thou as young as I, Juliet thy love, And trust me, love, in my eye so do you: Sweet, sweet, sweet nurse, tell me, what says my love? God give us leisure for these rites of love! I am his brother, and I love him well. Act now and take advantage of the low rates while they last. Say on, my loving lord.