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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Well, sir; my mistress is the sweetest lady.--Lord, Lord! Though news be sad, yet tell them merrily; Thine eyes, sweet lady, have infected mine. And with some sweet oblivious antidote O, my fair cousin, I must not say so. The day to cheer and night's dank dew to dry, No more, sweet Hamlet. Your beauty, that did haunt me in my sleep Methought it was very sweet; And she steal love's sweet bait from fearful hooks: Beautiful tyrant! fiend angelical! Marry, sir, because silver hath a sweet sound. Foes to my rest, and my sweet sleep's disturbers, Too flattering-sweet to be substantial. Pour the sweet milk of concord into hell, Our stern alarums chang'd to merry meetings, These happy masks that kiss fair ladies' brows, - A right fair mark, fair coz, is soonest hit.
discourse to your beauty.