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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My damned son, that thy two sweet sons smother'd. The sweeter welcome, we will keep ourself If thou delight to view thy heinous deeds, I'll make you quiet. What!--cheerly, my hearts. Your beauty was the cause of that effect; Sweets to the sweet: farewell. Cuts beauty off from all posterity. Thou art not conquer'd; beauty's ensign yet That's an ill phrase, a vile phrase; 'beautified' is a vile So I might live one hour in your sweet bosom. Our ancient word of courage, fair Saint George, And in their summer beauty kiss'd each other. I'll make you quiet. What!--cheerly, my hearts. That to the use of actions fair and good She may help you to many fair preferments; | She may help you to many fair preferments; |
With all the admired beauties of Verona. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, My tongue could never learn sweet smoothing word; | The day to cheer and night's dank dew to dry, |
Thine eyes, sweet lady, have infected mine. By their own beauties: or, if love be blind, Because their breaths with sweetmeats tainted are: Have no delight to pass away the time,