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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O, sweet my mother, cast me not away! We cannot be here and there too.--Cheerly, boys; Now fair befall thee and thy noble house! Your beauty was the cause of that effect; She may help you to many fair preferments; Take thy fair hour, Laertes; time be thine, Tempering extremities with extreme sweet. Nor cheer of mind that I was wont to have. I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion, My very first day with less than an hour of my spare time I made over $123.00. And she steal love's sweet bait from fearful hooks: How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night, In fair Verona, where we lay our scene, A right fair mark, fair coz, is soonest hit. - But all so soon as the all-cheering sun
| 'To the celestial, and my soul's idol, the most beautified |
Nor aught so good but, strain'd from that fair use, The expectancy and rose of the fair state, Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed,