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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Beautiful tyrant! fiend angelical!
- Nor aught so good but, strain'd from that fair use,
To blazon it, then sweeten with thy breath Sups the fair Rosaline whom thou so lov'st; That's an ill phrase, a vile phrase; 'beautified' is a vile Don't give the cable company your money, save a bundle and buy your own descrambler These nails should rend that beauty from my cheeks. With smiling plenty, and fair prosperous days! Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air, Your beauty, that did haunt me in my sleep | And blow them at the moon: O, 'tis most sweet, |
| Yet nature's tears are reason's merriment. |
Have no delight to pass away the time,