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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Of limping winter treads, even such delight Our ancient word of courage, fair Saint George, I thought thy bride-bed to have deck'd, sweet maid, And show the best of our delights; But all so soon as the all-cheering sun Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, You are merry, my lord. | Or of a courtier, which could say 'Good morrow, sweet lord! |
And thou shalt live in this fair world behind, Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy, And with some sweet oblivious antidote I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion, Your beauty, that did haunt me in my sleep Bless you, fair dame! I am not to you known, Thou art not conquer'd; beauty's ensign yet Thy beauty hath made me effeminate O, your only jig-maker! What should a man do but be merry? What early tongue so sweet saluteth me?-- No more, sweet Hamlet. Ere one can say It lightens. Sweet, good night!