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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Thy beauty hath made me effeminate Thou art not conquer'd; beauty's ensign yet A sweeter and a lovelier gentleman,-- Beauteous and swift, the minions of their race, Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly urg'd! That's an ill phrase, a vile phrase; 'beautified' is a vile Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty: When holy Harry died, and my sweet son. Mass, and well said; a merry whoreson, ha! By God's fair ordinance conjoin together! A beauty-waning and distressed widow, If thou delight to view thy heinous deeds, Speak to my gossip Venus one fair word, How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night, Sups the fair Rosaline whom thou so lov'st; Most fair return of greetings and desires. Have no delight to pass away the time, Thine eyes, sweet lady, have infected mine. Foes to my rest, and my sweet sleep's disturbers, Had part in this fair maid; now heaven hath all, Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, So I might live one hour in your sweet bosom.