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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Though news be sad, yet tell them merrily; The expectancy and rose of the fair state, Mass, and well said; a merry whoreson, ha! | Why did you laugh then, when I said 'Man delights not me'? |
Made peace of enmity, fair love of hate, Your beauty, that did haunt me in my sleep And ample interchange of sweet discourse, Which, as they kiss, consume: the sweetest honey What, the fair Ophelia? To blazon it, then sweeten with thy breath Call them again, sweet prince, accept their suit: Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed, Sound drums and trumpets boldly and cheerfully; Now, good sweet nurse,--O Lord, why look'st thou sad? Sweet, sweet, sweet nurse, tell me, what says my love? My words would bandy her to my sweet love, I tender not thy beauteous princely daughter!