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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Thy beauty hath, and made them blind with weeping. 'One fair daughter, and no more, But, now thy beauty is propos'd my fee, Have they been merry! which their keepers call Why, love, I say!--madam! sweetheart!--why, bride!-- Now cracks a noble heart.--Good night, sweet prince, The most replenished sweet work of nature A whispering tale in a fair lady's ear, Call them again, sweet prince, accept their suit: But, now thy beauty is propos'd my fee, Here, sweet lord, at your service. On this fair corse; and, as the custom is, Because sweet flowers are slow and weeds make haste. Why did you laugh then, when I said 'Man delights not me'? And find delight writ there with beauty's pen; For this, being smelt, with that part cheers each part; On the fair daughter of rich Capulet: How now, sweet queen! Marry, sir, because silver hath a sweet sound. A right fair mark, fair coz, is soonest hit. Because their breaths with sweetmeats tainted are: A sweeter and a lovelier gentleman,-- Curse not thyself, fair creature; thou art both. Never came poison from so sweet a place.