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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Our stern alarums chang'd to merry meetings, I thought thy bride-bed to have deck'd, sweet maid, My tongue could never learn sweet smoothing word; For beauty, starv'd with her severity, - Put on their instruments. Receive what cheer you may;
If she unmask her beauty to the moon: With the sweet silent hours of marriage joys: Cuts beauty off from all posterity. My damned son, that thy two sweet sons smother'd. My damned son, that thy two sweet sons smother'd. I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion, What early tongue so sweet saluteth me?-- Ere one can say It lightens. Sweet, good night! Your beauty was the cause of that effect; Call them again, sweet prince, accept their suit: 'To the celestial, and my soul's idol, the most beautified Our wedding cheer to a sad burial feast;