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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Your beauty, that did haunt me in my sleep For fair without the fair within to hide: Infer fair England's peace by this alliance. It is supposed, the fair creature died,-- - Now seeming sweet, convert to bitter gall.
These nails should rend that beauty from my cheeks. 'A was a merry man,--took up the child: In God's name cheerly on, courageous friends, | And I'll corrupt her manners, stain her beauty: |
Because sweet flowers are slow and weeds make haste. Sweetly in force unto her fair life's end. For bonny sweet Robin is all my joy,-- That would with treason wound this fair land's peace! What, the fair Ophelia? Have they been merry! which their keepers call Beautiful tyrant! fiend angelical!