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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So I might live one hour in your sweet bosom. The harlot's cheek, beautied with plastering art, Lines of fair comfort and encouragement. Sweet flower, with flowers thy bridal bed I strew: And is it not, then, well served in to a sweet goose? Made peace of enmity, fair love of hate, Why did you laugh then, when I said 'Man delights not me'? Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly urg'd! My tongue could never learn sweet smoothing word; - My damned son, that thy two sweet sons smother'd.
We cannot be here and there too.--Cheerly, boys; Where is the beauteous majesty of Denmark? So I might live one hour in your sweet bosom. translate beauty into his likeness: this was sometime a paradox, How now, sweet queen! That fair for which love groan'd for, and would die, Our wedding cheer to a sad burial feast; That your good beauties be the happy cause
Welcome, sweet prince, to London, to your chamber. By their own beauties: or, if love be blind, Sweet Blunt, make some good means to speak with him