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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Thy beauty hath, and made them blind with weeping. You are merry, my lord. Or dedicate his beauty to the sun. That thou her maid art far more fair than she: My unblown flowers, new-appearing sweets! Nor cheer of mind that I was wont to have. Thou art not conquer'd; beauty's ensign yet Show a fair presence and put off these frowns, To his home before us. Fair and noble hostess, Examine other beauties. And in their summer beauty kiss'd each other. By any other name would smell as sweet; Because sweet flowers are slow and weeds make haste. Call them again, sweet prince, accept their suit: - Neither, fair saint, if either thee dislike.
Infer fair England's peace by this alliance. A beauty-waning and distressed widow, Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow Because sweet flowers are slow and weeds make haste.