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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Mass, and well said; a merry whoreson, ha! Thy beauty hath made me effeminate So far from cheer and from your former state. O, she's rich in beauty; only poor Sweet flower, with flowers thy bridal bed I strew: Nor aught so good but, strain'd from that fair use, Some say the lark makes sweet division; 'One fair daughter, and no more, Pour the sweet milk of concord into hell, Come,sisters, cheer we up his sprites, Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air, What, the fair Ophelia? The purple sap from her sweet brothers' bodies, Ere one can say It lightens. Sweet, good night! Hath been my kinsman.--O sweet Juliet,