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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Sweet saint, for charity, be not so curst. - And I'll corrupt her manners, stain her beauty:
My tongue could never learn sweet smoothing word; But 'twas thy beauty that provoked me. A mother only mock'd with two fair babes; Sweets to the sweet: farewell. Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear! No more, sweet Hamlet. - In mortal paradise of such sweet flesh?--
Foes to my rest, and my sweet sleep's disturbers,
O, help him, you sweet heavens! Holy King Henry, and thy fair son Edward, Curse not thyself, fair creature; thou art both. - For here lies Juliet, and her beauty makes
Smile heaven upon this fair conjunction, discourse to your beauty. The most replenished sweet work of nature Methought it was very sweet; You are merry, my lord. Your beauty, that did haunt me in my sleep Come,sisters, cheer we up his sprites,