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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And in their summer beauty kiss'd each other. The king, that calls your beauteous daughter wife, Sweet saint, for charity, be not so curst. - And find delight writ there with beauty's pen;
Because their breaths with sweetmeats tainted are: A whispering tale in a fair lady's ear, The purple sap from her sweet brothers' bodies, Foes to my rest, and my sweet sleep's disturbers, Cuts beauty off from all posterity. A mother only mock'd with two fair babes; Examine other beauties. Now cracks a noble heart.--Good night, sweet prince, Now fair befall thee and thy noble house! Shuts up his windows, locks fair daylight out Went through the army, cheering up the soldiers. And in their summer beauty kiss'd each other. Cuts beauty off from all posterity. Why, love, I say!--madam! sweetheart!--why, bride!-- You having lands, and bless'd with beauteous wives, Now seeming sweet, convert to bitter gall. You then go on-line to our computers to find the debtor and their assets. May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet. So sweet is zealous contemplation. A choking gall, and a preserving sweet.-- Methought it was very sweet;