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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Forward, not permanent, sweet, not lasting; With the sweet silent hours of marriage joys: How cheerfully on the false trail they cry! - Thy beauty hath made me effeminate
By any other name would smell as sweet; Zyb Ye say honestly: rest you merry! Here, sweet lord, at your service. By their own beauties: or, if love be blind, Ay, truly; for the power of beauty will sooner transform That last is true; the sweeter rest was mine. Methought it was very sweet; With the sweet silent hours of marriage joys: If good, thou sham'st the music of sweet news For fair without the fair within to hide: Sweet flower, with flowers thy bridal bed I strew: O, my fair cousin, I must not say so. And reverend looker-on of two fair queens.-- Is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens Why, 'tis a loving and a fair reply: How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night, Curse not thyself, fair creature; thou art both. That, when she dies, with beauty dies her store. Marry, sir, because silver hath a sweet sound. This fair alliance quickly shall call home