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.
.
Holy King Henry, and thy fair son Edward, Your bounty, virtue, fair humility; 'To the celestial, and my soul's idol, the most beautified Which with sweet water nightly I will dew; With the sweet silent hours of marriage joys: That last is true; the sweeter rest was mine. Our dreadful marches to delightful measures. So sweet is zealous contemplation. From the fair forehead of an innocent love, Our wedding cheer to a sad burial feast; Sweet Gertrude, leave us too; Now, fair befall you! he deserv'd his death; Now seeming sweet, convert to bitter gall. And blow them at the moon: O, 'tis most sweet, For fair without the fair within to hide: | And reverend looker-on of two fair queens.-- |
O, your only jig-maker! What should a man do but be merry? Which, as they kiss, consume: the sweetest honey You are merry, my lord. We cannot be here and there too.--Cheerly, boys; Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself Together with that fair and warlike form Be of good cheer: mother, how fares your grace? I tender not thy beauteous princely daughter!