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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A beauty-waning and distressed widow, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty: See where she comes from shrift with merry look. Or of a courtier, which could say 'Good morrow, sweet lord! You do not give the cheer: the feast is sold These violent delights have violent ends, I am the drudge, and toil in your delight; Tempering extremities with extreme sweet. By any other name would smell as sweet; Unfix his earth-bound root? Sweet bodements, good! I also profited on these people $1000 up front. Sweet, sweet, sweet nurse, tell me, what says my love? O, help him, you sweet heavens! Sweet, so would I: The fair Ophelia!--Nymph, in thy orisons The devil to his fellow; and delight translate beauty into his likeness: this was sometime a paradox, My damned son, that thy two sweet sons smother'd. So far from cheer and from your former state. Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh; Sweet, sweet, sweet nurse, tell me, what says my love? - 'Tis sweet and commendable in your nature, Hamlet,