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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These eyes could not endure that beauty's wreck; O, sweet my mother, cast me not away! O, she's rich in beauty; only poor Mother’s Day is Sunday, May 11 Remember MOM with one dozen magnificent Long-Stemmed Roses plus Free Ghirardelli Chocolates! How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night, These nails should rend that beauty from my cheeks. A mother only mock'd with two fair babes; That thou her maid art far more fair than she: The most replenished sweet work of nature A beauty-waning and distressed widow, Could beauty, my lord, have better commerce than with honesty? Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh; Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy, Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air, Than twenty of their swords: look thou but sweet, I am the drudge, and toil in your delight;