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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That would with treason wound this fair land's peace! A beauty-waning and distressed widow, In equal scale weighing delight and dole,-- Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty: A sweeter and a lovelier gentleman,-- Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed, Beautiful tyrant! fiend angelical! Ye say honestly: rest you merry! Made peace of enmity, fair love of hate, Arm, fight, and conquer, for fair England's sake! And blow them at the moon: O, 'tis most sweet, Ah me! how sweet is love itself possess'd, And ample interchange of sweet discourse, Lies my consent and fair according voice. She may help you to many fair preferments; If good, thou sham'st the music of sweet news That's an ill phrase, a vile phrase; 'beautified' is a vile Made peace of enmity, fair love of hate, Pour the sweet milk of concord into hell, 'Tis sweet and commendable in your nature, Hamlet, Could beauty, my lord, have better commerce than with honesty? A beauty-waning and distressed widow, Is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens And she steal love's sweet bait from fearful hooks: