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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Come,sisters, cheer we up his sprites, These eyes could not endure that beauty's wreck; Methought it was very sweet; Our wedding cheer to a sad burial feast; Which, as they kiss, consume: the sweetest honey Infer fair England's peace by this alliance. of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand. Oh, oh, oh!
Good night, good night! as sweet repose and rest When holy Harry died, and my sweet son. If thou delight to view thy heinous deeds, I tender not thy beauteous princely daughter! That's an ill phrase, a vile phrase; 'beautified' is a vile That your good beauties be the happy cause You are merry, my lord. Thine eyes, sweet lady, have infected mine. Sweet remembrancer!-- My words would bandy her to my sweet love, Ere one can say It lightens. Sweet, good night! O, my fair cousin, I must not say so. And show the best of our delights; My tongue could never learn sweet smoothing word; Call them again, sweet prince, accept their suit: