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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Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air, Here, sweet lord, at your service. Come,sisters, cheer we up his sprites, Bless you, fair dame! I am not to you known, That last is true; the sweeter rest was mine. Ye say honestly: rest you merry! Thou sing'st sweet music. Hark, come hither, Tyrrel: And I'll corrupt her manners, stain her beauty: So sweet is zealous contemplation. Methought it was very sweet; Of fair demesnes, youthful, and nobly train'd, Or of a courtier, which could say 'Good morrow, sweet lord! Have no delight to pass away the time,