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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That fair for which love groan'd for, and would die, Of limping winter treads, even such delight A beauty-waning and distressed widow, Mass, and well said; a merry whoreson, ha! Thy beauty hath made me effeminate But how long fairly shall her sweet life last? I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion, Thy wit is a very bitter sweeting; it is a most sharp What early tongue so sweet saluteth me?-- Divided from herself and her fair judgment, - Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly urg'd!
Examine other beauties. The king, that calls your beauteous daughter wife,