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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| Ye say honestly: rest you merry! |
With smiling plenty, and fair prosperous days! For beauty, starv'd with her severity, Think that thy babes were sweeter than they were, My tongue could never learn sweet smoothing word; That, when she dies, with beauty dies her store. Than twenty of their swords: look thou but sweet, To blazon it, then sweeten with thy breath - Larded all with sweet flowers;
A right good markman!--And she's fair I love. God ye good-den, fair gentlewoman. The purple sap from her sweet brothers' bodies, Pick your Real Live Girl WebFeed!! Shuts up his windows, locks fair daylight out For sweet discourses in our time to come.