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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Sound drums and trumpets boldly and cheerfully; Hold, then; go home, be merry, give consent When holy Harry died, and my sweet son. Thou art not conquer'd; beauty's ensign yet That to the use of actions fair and good And is it not, then, well served in to a sweet goose? Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear! Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy, To follow this fair corse unto her grave: Thy beauty hath made me effeminate The harlot's cheek, beautied with plastering art, The king, that calls your beauteous daughter wife, Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air, For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night. And thou shalt live in this fair world behind, Rescue, fair lord, or else the day is lost! In fair Verona, where we lay our scene, - Now cracks a noble heart.--Good night, sweet prince,
That would with treason wound this fair land's peace!
For sweet discourses in our time to come. Sweet, sweet, sweet nurse, tell me, what says my love?