Oyonale - 3D art and graphic experiments
ShakeSpam
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, Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest! And with them words of so sweet breath compos'd Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow O, she's rich in beauty; only poor God ye good-den, fair gentlewoman. Your beauty, that did haunt me in my sleep Hold, then; go home, be merry, give consent My tongue could never learn sweet smoothing word; My tongue could never learn sweet smoothing word; Our ancient word of courage, fair Saint George, 'Tis deeply sworn. Sweet, leave me here awhile; O, your only jig-maker! What should a man do but be merry? The sweeter welcome, we will keep ourself That, when she dies, with beauty dies her store. Mass, and well said; a merry whoreson, ha! Went through the army, cheering up the soldiers. How cheerfully on the false trail they cry!