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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So I might live one hour in your sweet bosom. These violent delights have violent ends, Bless you, fair dame! I am not to you known, But, now thy beauty is propos'd my fee,
Now, fair befall you! he deserv'd his death; Now, good sweet nurse,--O Lord, why look'st thou sad? And find delight writ there with beauty's pen; Now fair befall thee and thy noble house! 'Tis deeply sworn. Sweet, leave me here awhile; Lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts. For sweet discourses in our time to come. These happy masks that kiss fair ladies' brows, - But how long fairly shall her sweet life last?
Our wedding cheer to a sad burial feast; Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh; Now fair befall thee and thy noble house! My words would bandy her to my sweet love,