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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The fair Ophelia!--Nymph, in thy orisons And she steal love's sweet bait from fearful hooks: Still not convinced? But 'twas thy beauty that provoked me. Neither, fair saint, if either thee dislike. - Yet nature's tears are reason's merriment.
Here, sweet lord, at your service. The king, that calls your beauteous daughter wife, My damned son, that thy two sweet sons smother'd. - My damned son, that thy two sweet sons smother'd.
Take thy fair hour, Laertes; time be thine, A whispering tale in a fair lady's ear, His grace looks cheerfully and smooth this morning; Bless you, fair dame! I am not to you known, And cheer his grace with quick and merry eyes. of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand. Oh, oh, oh!
Sweetly in force unto her fair life's end. If thou delight to view thy heinous deeds, Our ancient word of courage, fair Saint George, 'To the celestial, and my soul's idol, the most beautified