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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For beauty, starv'd with her severity, Though news be sad, yet tell them merrily; For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night. Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear! Well, sir; my mistress is the sweetest lady.--Lord, Lord! Infer fair England's peace by this alliance. Yet nature's tears are reason's merriment. The day to cheer and night's dank dew to dry, Ere one can say It lightens. Sweet, good night! Beauteous and swift, the minions of their race, Upon the sweetest flower of all the field. For beauty, starv'd with her severity, But 'twas thy beauty that provoked me. Went through the army, cheering up the soldiers. That would with treason wound this fair land's peace! Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy, Be cheerful, Richmond; for the wronged souls