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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O, sweet my mother, cast me not away! Now cracks a noble heart.--Good night, sweet prince, So I might live one hour in your sweet bosom. But how long fairly shall her sweet life last? Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself That would with treason wound this fair land's peace! And drive his purpose on to these delights. These nails should rend that beauty from my cheeks. For sweet discourses in our time to come. That last is true; the sweeter rest was mine. It is supposed, the fair creature died,-- Sweet, sweet, sweet nurse, tell me, what says my love? Show a fair presence and put off these frowns, A right fair mark, fair coz, is soonest hit. Made peace of enmity, fair love of hate, A choking gall, and a preserving sweet.-- I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion, My words would bandy her to my sweet love, Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Holy King Henry, and thy fair son Edward, Sweets to the sweet: farewell. Or of a courtier, which could say 'Good morrow, sweet lord!