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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Yet nature's tears are reason's merriment. That cropp'd the golden prime of this sweet prince, And what obscur'd in this fair volume lies And in their summer beauty kiss'd each other. My damned son, that thy two sweet sons smother'd. - Ye say honestly: rest you merry!
Speak to my gossip Venus one fair word, So I might live one hour in your sweet bosom. These violent delights have violent ends, These nails should rend that beauty from my cheeks. Sweets to the sweet: farewell. Tempering extremities with extreme sweet. Now seeming sweet, convert to bitter gall. And cheer his grace with quick and merry eyes. Which, as they kiss, consume: the sweetest honey Ay, truly; for the power of beauty will sooner transform
Our dreadful marches to delightful measures. And with them words of so sweet breath compos'd O, she's rich in beauty; only poor Or dedicate his beauty to the sun. God ye good-den, fair gentlewoman. You having lands, and bless'd with beauteous wives, Thou art not conquer'd; beauty's ensign yet