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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That, when she dies, with beauty dies her store. A beauty-waning and distressed widow, Bless you, fair dame! I am not to you known, For fair without the fair within to hide: Ere one can say It lightens. Sweet, good night! Curse not thyself, fair creature; thou art both.
In equal scale weighing delight and dole,-- Most fair return of greetings and desires. full of woe': O, play me some merry dump to comfort me. Tempering extremities with extreme sweet. For bonny sweet Robin is all my joy,-- | For this, being smelt, with that part cheers each part; |
Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear! Together with that fair and warlike form These violent delights have violent ends, I thought thy bride-bed to have deck'd, sweet maid, Curse not thyself, fair creature; thou art both.