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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And with them words of so sweet breath compos'd O, help him, you sweet heavens! Call them again, sweet prince, accept their suit: Thine eyes, sweet lady, have infected mine. Never came poison from so sweet a place. That fair for which love groan'd for, and would die, Sups the fair Rosaline whom thou so lov'st; Your bounty, virtue, fair humility; Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear! Too flattering-sweet to be substantial. The fair Ophelia!--Nymph, in thy orisons Hath not so green, so quick, so fair an eye Thy beauty hath made me effeminate