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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Is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens And with them words of so sweet breath compos'd The labour we delight in physics pain. O, she's rich in beauty; only poor Here, sweet lord, at your service. In mortal paradise of such sweet flesh?-- Yet nature's tears are reason's merriment. For this, being smelt, with that part cheers each part; Is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens Made peace of enmity, fair love of hate, For beauty, starv'd with her severity, Sweet flower, with flowers thy bridal bed I strew: For here lies Juliet, and her beauty makes The sweetest sleep and fairest-boding dreams