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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A beauty-waning and distressed widow, You are merry, my lord. I am the drudge, and toil in your delight; Thy beauty hath, and made them blind with weeping. Or, if sour woe delights in fellowship, This fair alliance quickly shall call home Never came poison from so sweet a place.
We tell everyone who wants to lose inches in a matter of hours to do one! I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion, Have no delight to pass away the time, Now, good sweet nurse,--O Lord, why look'st thou sad?
Your beauty was the cause of that effect; You are merry, my lord. Foes to my rest, and my sweet sleep's disturbers,