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 day to cheer and night's dank dew to dry, Neither, fair saint, if either thee dislike. Lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts. Sound drums and trumpets boldly and cheerfully; Which, as they kiss, consume: the sweetest honey What, the fair Ophelia? Could beauty, my lord, have better commerce than with honesty? For sweet discourses in our time to come. Thou art not conquer'd; beauty's ensign yet Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear! O, my fair cousin, I must not say so. Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty: Your email address: Bless you, fair dame! I am not to you known, Hath been my kinsman.--O sweet Juliet, Cuts beauty off from all posterity. These violent delights have violent ends, translate beauty into his likeness: this was sometime a paradox, No more, sweet Hamlet. And I'll corrupt her manners, stain her beauty: Pour the sweet milk of concord into hell, Sweet, sweet, sweet nurse, tell me, what says my love? And find delight writ there with beauty's pen; That fair for which love groan'd for, and would die,