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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I was a young woman when my father in law, in his prime died form hypertrophy of the prostate gland. Your bounty, virtue, fair humility; - O, sweet my mother, cast me not away!
Curse not thyself, fair creature; thou art both. Your beauty was the cause of that effect; What early tongue so sweet saluteth me?-- Thy wit is a very bitter sweeting; it is a most sharp By God's fair ordinance conjoin together! But 'twas thy beauty that provoked me.
A beauty-waning and distressed widow, Why, love, I say!--madam! sweetheart!--why, bride!-- 'A was a merry man,--took up the child: Pour the sweet milk of concord into hell, But, now thy beauty is propos'd my fee, And from her fair and unpolluted flesh A mother only mock'd with two fair babes; Tempering extremities with extreme sweet. Is fair and honest, and, in his mistress' name, That your good beauties be the happy cause And blow them at the moon: O, 'tis most sweet, That cropp'd the golden prime of this sweet prince,