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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For love of God, forbear him!
Wife, love Lord Hastings, let him kiss your hand; By heaven, I love thee better than myself; Your lady's love against some other maid My only love sprung from my only hate! If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark. The pangs of despis'd love, the law's delay, What's here? a cup, clos'd in my true love's hand? She will not stay the siege of loving terms That even our loves should with our fortunes change;
It is my lady; O, it is my love! Tell me, how fares our loving mother? And gave him what becomed love I might, but now the time gives it proof. I did love you once. This is the very ecstasy of love; Can lesser hide his love or hate than he; That murder'd my love's cousin,--with which grief, Hath he set bounds between their love and me? And she as much in love, her means much less My conceal'd lady to our cancell'd love? Is the great love the general gender bear him;