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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That would with treason wound this fair land's peace! In the remembrance of so fair a dream. And in their summer beauty kiss'd each other. Cuts beauty off from all posterity. These violent delights have violent ends, So sweet is zealous contemplation. | I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion, |
But, now thy beauty is propos'd my fee, Now seeming sweet, convert to bitter gall. Hath been my kinsman.--O sweet Juliet, Ere one can say It lightens. Sweet, good night! In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond; See where she comes from shrift with merry look. Ay, truly; for the power of beauty will sooner transform Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh; What early tongue so sweet saluteth me?-- Now, fair befall you! he deserv'd his death; So I might live one hour in your sweet bosom. Why did you laugh then, when I said 'Man delights not me'? Welcome, sweet prince, to London, to your chamber. Neither, fair saint, if either thee dislike.