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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Sweet, so would I: I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion, Larded all with sweet flowers; Pour the sweet milk of concord into hell, Ye say honestly: rest you merry! Shine out, fair sun, till I have bought a glass, | A mother only mock'd with two fair babes; |
Unfix his earth-bound root? Sweet bodements, good! And from her fair and unpolluted flesh Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow With the sweet silent hours of marriage joys: Our dreadful marches to delightful measures. I pay $10. And with some sweet oblivious antidote Put on their instruments. Receive what cheer you may; Sups the fair Rosaline whom thou so lov'st; Mass, and well said; a merry whoreson, ha! Sups the fair Rosaline whom thou so lov'st; Is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens The sweeter welcome, we will keep ourself Hold, then; go home, be merry, give consent Now, good sweet nurse,--O Lord, why look'st thou sad? And find delight writ there with beauty's pen;