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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With smiling plenty, and fair prosperous days! And show the best of our delights; 'Tis deeply sworn. Sweet, leave me here awhile; And she steal love's sweet bait from fearful hooks: To beautify him, only lacks a cover: Curse not thyself, fair creature; thou art both. For beauty, starv'd with her severity, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty: A whispering tale in a fair lady's ear,
From the fair forehead of an innocent love, Thy beauty hath, and made them blind with weeping. So sweet is zealous contemplation. It is supposed, the fair creature died,-- That would with treason wound this fair land's peace! When holy Harry died, and my sweet son. The day to cheer and night's dank dew to dry, Curse not thyself, fair creature; thou art both.