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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Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow Sweetly in force unto her fair life's end. Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air, To blazon it, then sweeten with thy breath His grace looks cheerfully and smooth this morning; An anchor's cheer in prison be my scope! On this fair corse; and, as the custom is, But 'twas thy beauty that provoked me. The sweeter welcome, we will keep ourself I'll make you quiet. What!--cheerly, my hearts. 'Tis deeply sworn. Sweet, leave me here awhile; Beauteous and swift, the minions of their race, What doth her beauty serve but as a note Where is the beauteous majesty of Denmark? When holy Harry died, and my sweet son. Here, sweet lord, at your service. Because sweet flowers are slow and weeds make haste. Which, as they kiss, consume: the sweetest honey Beauteous and swift, the minions of their race, Had part in this fair maid; now heaven hath all, Sweet Blunt, make some good means to speak with him That fair for which love groan'd for, and would die, A mother only mock'd with two fair babes;