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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One fairer than my love? the all-seeing sun With hate in those where I expect most love! After the thing it loves. - My words would bandy her to my sweet love,
My love as deep; the more I give to thee, And as my love is siz'd, my fear is so: My only love sprung from my only hate! From me, whose love was of that dignity And then return lamenting to my love.-- Loves for his own ends, not for you. Which still we thank as love. Herein I teach you In youth when I did love, did love, Conduct me to mine host: we love him highly, In sadness, cousin, I do love a woman. Speak briefly, can you like of Paris' love? Love! his affections do not that way tend; Know, my loving lord, Their aunt I am in law, in love their mother: That I to your assistance do make love; Here's to my love! [Drinks.]--O true apothecary! And she steal love's sweet bait from fearful hooks: And I, as I love Hastings with my heart!