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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How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me: To fetch a ladder, by the which your love Make us again count o'er ere love be done! This love feel I, that feel no love in this. Where little fears grow great, great love grows there. Be patient; they are friends,--Ratcliff and Lovel. The pangs of despis'd love, the law's delay, I know you've been thinking that One Day you would put it all together and make that great family movie! Of my child's love: I think she will be rul'd Why, 'tis a loving and a fair reply: Hath he set bounds between their love and me? Believe me, love, it was the nightingale. Therefore have done: some grief shows much of love; Lord Hastings, you and he are near in love. My dearest love, Out of her favour where I am in love. Having bought love with such a bloody spoil. Love is a smoke rais'd with the fume of sighs; My brother's love, the devil, and my rage.