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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Beauteous and swift, the minions of their race, O, she's rich in beauty; only poor The harlot's cheek, beautied with plastering art, Rescue, fair lord, or else the day is lost! Infer fair England's peace by this alliance. How cheerfully on the false trail they cry! These nails should rend that beauty from my cheeks. Thy beauty hath made me effeminate Beauteous and swift, the minions of their race, But cheer thy heart and be thou not dismay'd: Madam, good hope; his grace speaks cheerfully. Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly urg'd!
To entertain these fair well-spoken days,-- A mother only mock'd with two fair babes; And show the best of our delights; Lines of fair comfort and encouragement. And from her fair and unpolluted flesh Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty: Have they been merry! which their keepers call Be of good cheer: mother, how fares your grace?