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 cropp'd the golden prime of this sweet prince, Now cracks a noble heart.--Good night, sweet prince, The harlot's cheek, beautied with plastering art, Now seeming sweet, convert to bitter gall. 'A was a merry man,--took up the child: O, your only jig-maker! What should a man do but be merry? That your good beauties be the happy cause So far from cheer and from your former state. Thou sing'st sweet music. Hark, come hither, Tyrrel: Think that thy babes were sweeter than they were, Hath been my kinsman.--O sweet Juliet, Sweetly in force unto her fair life's end. Be cheerful, Richmond; for the wronged souls The labour we delight in physics pain. In the remembrance of so fair a dream.