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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Foes to my rest, and my sweet sleep's disturbers, Which with sweet water nightly I will dew; And show the best of our delights; And I'll corrupt her manners, stain her beauty: My damned son, that thy two sweet sons smother'd. Tempering extremities with extreme sweet. Went through the army, cheering up the soldiers. Now cracks a noble heart.--Good night, sweet prince, Thy beauty hath, and made them blind with weeping. Now, good sweet nurse,--O Lord, why look'st thou sad? The labour we delight in physics pain. Why, love, I say!--madam! sweetheart!--why, bride!-- And blow them at the moon: O, 'tis most sweet, For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night. Examine other beauties. Because sweet flowers are slow and weeds make haste. What, the fair Ophelia?