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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If she unmask her beauty to the moon: Foes to my rest, and my sweet sleep's disturbers, The sweetest sleep and fairest-boding dreams My damned son, that thy two sweet sons smother'd. - Shine out, fair sun, till I have bought a glass,
By their own beauties: or, if love be blind, The sweeter welcome, we will keep ourself Here, sweet lord, at your service. Welcome, sweet prince, to London, to your chamber. In God's name cheerly on, courageous friends, And find delight writ there with beauty's pen; discourse to your beauty. Put on their instruments. Receive what cheer you may; And drive his purpose on to these delights. discourse to your beauty. See where she comes from shrift with merry look. Ere one can say It lightens. Sweet, good night! As all the world is cheered by the sun, That fair for which love groan'd for, and would die, How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night, Most fair return of greetings and desires.
So sweet is zealous contemplation.