Oyonale - 3D art and graphic experiments
ShakeSpam
Click on the verses to see them in context. Shakespeare's plays are available from the Gutenberg Projet.
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If love be rough with you, be rough with love; | And with my hand I seal my true heart's love. |
We must both give and take, my loving lord. By heaven, I love thee better than myself; And, but thou love me, let them find me here. Know, my loving lord, Tybalt, the reason that I have to love thee How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night, Since love our hearts, and Hymen did our hands, Do not deny to him that you love me. but now the time gives it proof. I did love you once.
And gave him what becomed love I might, Their course of love, the tidings of her death: I bid them that did love their country's good This interchange of love, I here protest, So from thy soul's love didst thou love her brothers; but now the time gives it proof. I did love you once. And, to sink in it, should you burden love; Say that I did all this for love of her? And she as much in love, her means much less Fie, fie, thou sham'st thy shape, thy love, thy wit; By love, that first did prompt me to enquire;