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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Now, good sweet nurse,--O Lord, why look'st thou sad? And show the best of our delights; Dear maid, kind sister, sweet Ophelia!-- Marry, sir, because silver hath a sweet sound. Of limping winter treads, even such delight Sups the fair Rosaline whom thou so lov'st; Did ever dragon keep so fair a cave? Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest! And thou shalt live in this fair world behind, Now, good sweet nurse,--O Lord, why look'st thou sad? To beautify him, only lacks a cover: A right fair mark, fair coz, is soonest hit. My tongue could never learn sweet smoothing word; How cheerfully on the false trail they cry! Lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts. A whispering tale in a fair lady's ear, Well, sir; my mistress is the sweetest lady.--Lord, Lord! Bless you, fair dame! I am not to you known, Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, And thou shalt live in this fair world behind, Foes to my rest, and my sweet sleep's disturbers, Yet nature's tears are reason's merriment.