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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No nightingale: look, love, what envious streaks Why, madam, have I off'red love for this, That God, the law, my honour, and her love Blind is his love, and best befits the dark. Lest that thy love prove likewise variable. My lord, he hath importun'd me with love And he would love me dearly as his child. Now, what my love is, proof hath made you know; Then plainly to her tell my loving tale. As needful in our loves, fitting our duty? Of my child's love: I think she will be rul'd Come, gentle night;--come, loving, black-brow'd night, If you do love my brother, hate not me; Why, 'tis a loving and a fair reply: Their course of love, the tidings of her death: Where little fears grow great, great love grows there. To meet her new beloved anywhere: