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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Forward, not permanent, sweet, not lasting; To follow this fair corse unto her grave: The sweetest sleep and fairest-boding dreams Neither, fair saint, if either thee dislike. To entertain these fair well-spoken days,-- That would with treason wound this fair land's peace! Through fair Verona; find those persons out I thought thy bride-bed to have deck'd, sweet maid, From the fair forehead of an innocent love, Is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens Mass, and well said; a merry whoreson, ha! You do not give the cheer: the feast is sold Take thy fair hour, Laertes; time be thine, - And ample interchange of sweet discourse,
A whispering tale in a fair lady's ear, With the sweet silent hours of marriage joys: Thy beauty hath made me effeminate of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand. Oh, oh, oh! Thine eyes, sweet lady, have infected mine. Foes to my rest, and my sweet sleep's disturbers, Sweet, sweet, sweet nurse, tell me, what says my love? Welcome, sweet prince, to London, to your chamber. Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed,