Oyonale - 3D art and graphic experiments
ShakeSpam
Click on the verses to see them in context. Shakespeare's plays are available from the Gutenberg Projet.
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| Holy King Henry, and thy fair son Edward, |
That would with treason wound this fair land's peace! If good, thou sham'st the music of sweet news Larded all with sweet flowers; You having lands, and bless'd with beauteous wives, Some say the lark makes sweet division; Nor aught so good but, strain'd from that fair use, See where she comes from shrift with merry look. And with them words of so sweet breath compos'd You having lands, and bless'd with beauteous wives, With smiling plenty, and fair prosperous days! | Why did you laugh then, when I said 'Man delights not me'? |
Within this three hours will fair Juliet wake: Now seeming sweet, convert to bitter gall. I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion, I am the drudge, and toil in your delight; - Call them again, sweet prince, accept their suit:
To blazon it, then sweeten with thy breath A mother only mock'd with two fair babes;