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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Hold, then; go home, be merry, give consent Now, fair befall you! he deserv'd his death; 'To the celestial, and my soul's idol, the most beautified Be cheerful, Richmond; for the wronged souls Now seeming sweet, convert to bitter gall. Because their breaths with sweetmeats tainted are: For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night. 'A was a merry man,--took up the child: And blow them at the moon: O, 'tis most sweet, Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy, Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest! | Infer fair England's peace by this alliance. |
Lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts. Nor cheer of mind that I was wont to have. That fair for which love groan'd for, and would die, A mother only mock'd with two fair babes; The most replenished sweet work of nature I tender not thy beauteous princely daughter! Though news be sad, yet tell them merrily; Ye say honestly: rest you merry! But how long fairly shall her sweet life last? That cropp'd the golden prime of this sweet prince, Now, fair befall you! he deserv'd his death;