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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Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Sweetly in force unto her fair life's end. With all the admired beauties of Verona. Sweet Gertrude, leave us too; Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly urg'd! That thou her maid art far more fair than she: Sweet saint, for charity, be not so curst. An anchor's cheer in prison be my scope! Marry, sir, because silver hath a sweet sound. To blazon it, then sweeten with thy breath Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty: By their own beauties: or, if love be blind, Why, love, I say!--madam! sweetheart!--why, bride!-- These eyes could not endure that beauty's wreck; That would with treason wound this fair land's peace! I'll make you quiet. What!--cheerly, my hearts. Sweet flower, with flowers thy bridal bed I strew: The harlot's cheek, beautied with plastering art, My words would bandy her to my sweet love, Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear! Pour the sweet milk of concord into hell, By God's fair ordinance conjoin together! That cropp'd the golden prime of this sweet prince,