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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Your very worshipful and loving friends, Is Rosaline, that thou didst love so dear, And trust me, love, in my eye so do you: That Henry's death, my lovely Edward's death, There lives within the very flame of love That I, forsooth, am stern and love them not? This precious book of love, this unbound lover, Why, love, I say!--madam! sweetheart!--why, bride!-- Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother, Tell me in sadness who is that you love? And, England, if my love thou hold'st at aught,-- Believe me, love, it was the nightingale. To be reveng'd on him that loveth thee.