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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To follow this fair corse unto her grave: Beauteous and swift, the minions of their race, Sweet flower, with flowers thy bridal bed I strew: Our ancient word of courage, fair Saint George, Sweet prince, the untainted virtue of your years And reverend looker-on of two fair queens.-- 'To the celestial, and my soul's idol, the most beautified full of woe': O, play me some merry dump to comfort me. For this, being smelt, with that part cheers each part; For here lies Juliet, and her beauty makes It is supposed, the fair creature died,-- The most replenished sweet work of nature - But how long fairly shall her sweet life last?
Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest! Is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens My tongue could never learn sweet smoothing word; Yet nature's tears are reason's merriment. Show a fair presence and put off these frowns,