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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Thy beauty hath, and made them blind with weeping. Unfix his earth-bound root? Sweet bodements, good! Have they been merry! which their keepers call That fair for which love groan'd for, and would die, Shuts up his windows, locks fair daylight out Had part in this fair maid; now heaven hath all, DON'T MISS THE LOWEST MORTGAGE RATES IN HISTORY! As all the world is cheered by the sun, Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear! Thou sing'st sweet music. Hark, come hither, Tyrrel: Why, love, I say!--madam! sweetheart!--why, bride!-- A whispering tale in a fair lady's ear, So I might live one hour in your sweet bosom. That's a fair thought to lie between maids' legs. | Do so, and bid my sweet prepare to chide. |
O, she's rich in beauty; only poor To live an unstain'd wife to my sweet love. Foes to my rest, and my sweet sleep's disturbers, The day to cheer and night's dank dew to dry, And blow them at the moon: O, 'tis most sweet, God ye good-den, fair gentlewoman. That's a fair thought to lie between maids' legs. Anon, good nurse!--Sweet Montague, be true. Now seeming sweet, convert to bitter gall.