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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Now cracks a noble heart.--Good night, sweet prince, And find delight writ there with beauty's pen; Than twenty of their swords: look thou but sweet, How cheerfully on the false trail they cry! The sweetest sleep and fairest-boding dreams Have they been merry! which their keepers call The harlot's cheek, beautied with plastering art, Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
An anchor's cheer in prison be my scope! Cuts beauty off from all posterity. In fair Verona, where we lay our scene, Tempering extremities with extreme sweet. The king, that calls your beauteous daughter wife, In the remembrance of so fair a dream. Let thy food be thy medicine and they medicine be thy food. Thou art not conquer'd; beauty's ensign yet You do not give the cheer: the feast is sold Methought it was very sweet;