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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You do not give the cheer: the feast is sold Which, as they kiss, consume: the sweetest honey In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond; For fair without the fair within to hide: My words would bandy her to my sweet love, Forward, not permanent, sweet, not lasting; The devil to his fellow; and delight Lines of fair comfort and encouragement.
Sweet remembrancer!-- Thy wit is a very bitter sweeting; it is a most sharp These happy masks that kiss fair ladies' brows, Tempering extremities with extreme sweet. In mortal paradise of such sweet flesh?-- These nails should rend that beauty from my cheeks. - A whispering tale in a fair lady's ear,
That thou her maid art far more fair than she: Sweet prince, the untainted virtue of your years Could beauty, my lord, have better commerce than with honesty? Foes to my rest, and my sweet sleep's disturbers, Ay, truly; for the power of beauty will sooner transform