Oyonale - 3D art and graphic experiments
ShakeSpam
Click on the verses to see them in context. Shakespeare's plays are available from the Gutenberg Projet.
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Never came poison from so sweet a place. Neither, fair saint, if either thee dislike. Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear! Foes to my rest, and my sweet sleep's disturbers, In the remembrance of so fair a dream. Do so, and bid my sweet prepare to chide. Alas, sweet lady, what imports this song? And cheer his grace with quick and merry eyes. O, help him, you sweet heavens! Holy King Henry, and thy fair son Edward, 'One fair daughter, and no more, By any other name would smell as sweet; To beautify him, only lacks a cover: Smile heaven upon this fair conjunction, Forward, not permanent, sweet, not lasting; This general applause and cheerful shout
Argues your wisdoms and your love to Richard: | By God's fair ordinance conjoin together! |
| And drive his purpose on to these delights. |
Do so, and bid my sweet prepare to chide. Alas, sweet lady, what imports this song? In mortal paradise of such sweet flesh?--