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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You do not give the cheer: the feast is sold Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air, The labour we delight in physics pain. The harlot's cheek, beautied with plastering art, If thou delight to view thy heinous deeds, Why, love, I say!--madam! sweetheart!--why, bride!-- She may help you to many fair preferments; On the fair daughter of rich Capulet: Divided from herself and her fair judgment, discourse to your beauty. Lies my consent and fair according voice. But cheer thy heart and be thou not dismay'd: In mortal paradise of such sweet flesh?-- Now fair befall thee and thy noble house! Marry, sir, because silver hath a sweet sound. But, now thy beauty is propos'd my fee, Ere one can say It lightens. Sweet, good night! Ere one can say It lightens. Sweet, good night! Which, as they kiss, consume: the sweetest honey And with them words of so sweet breath compos'd Too flattering-sweet to be substantial. Now, good sweet nurse,--O Lord, why look'st thou sad?