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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Some say the lark makes sweet division; And with some sweet oblivious antidote - Cuts beauty off from all posterity.
How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night, The labour we delight in physics pain. A whispering tale in a fair lady's ear, And drive his purpose on to these delights. And is it not, then, well served in to a sweet goose? Unfix his earth-bound root? Sweet bodements, good! Ye say honestly: rest you merry! And drive his purpose on to these delights. Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest! Thy wit is a very bitter sweeting; it is a most sharp Do so, and bid my sweet prepare to chide. A beauty-waning and distressed widow,
From the fair forehead of an innocent love,