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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Shine out, fair sun, till I have bought a glass, Your beauty, that did haunt me in my sleep Ah me! how sweet is love itself possess'd, Do so, and bid my sweet prepare to chide. God ye good-den, fair gentlewoman. Had part in this fair maid; now heaven hath all, Through fair Verona; find those persons out Made peace of enmity, fair love of hate, Which with sweet water nightly I will dew; When holy Harry died, and my sweet son. Be of good cheer: mother, how fares your grace? | Now seeming sweet, convert to bitter gall. |
Welcome, sweet prince, to London, to your chamber. From the fair forehead of an innocent love, With all the admired beauties of Verona. Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed, Of fair demesnes, youthful, and nobly train'd, - Shine out, fair sun, till I have bought a glass,
A whispering tale in a fair lady's ear, I thought thy bride-bed to have deck'd, sweet maid, Our wedding cheer to a sad burial feast; The labour we delight in physics pain. Though news be sad, yet tell them merrily; The harlot's cheek, beautied with plastering art,