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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Shuts up his windows, locks fair daylight out And I'll corrupt her manners, stain her beauty: And from her fair and unpolluted flesh 'One fair daughter, and no more, - For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.
That fair for which love groan'd for, and would die, Most fair return of greetings and desires. And thou shalt live in this fair world behind, To entertain these fair well-spoken days,-- Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh; O, your only jig-maker! What should a man do but be merry? Ere one can say It lightens. Sweet, good night! Now, good sweet nurse,--O Lord, why look'st thou sad? Divided from herself and her fair judgment, In equal scale weighing delight and dole,-- Why did you laugh then, when I said 'Man delights not me'? Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly urg'd! Have they been merry! which their keepers call Take thy fair hour, Laertes; time be thine,