Oyonale - 3D art and graphic experiments
ShakeSpam
Click on the verses to see them in context. Shakespeare's plays are available from the Gutenberg Projet.
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Bless you, fair dame! I am not to you known, From the fair forehead of an innocent love, - My damned son, that thy two sweet sons smother'd.
'One fair daughter, and no more, She may help you to many fair preferments; O, she's rich in beauty; only poor My tongue could never learn sweet smoothing word; In God's name cheerly on, courageous friends, Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy, But, now thy beauty is propos'd my fee, Sweet, so would I: Now, fair befall you! he deserv'd his death; Your beauty was the cause of that effect; That, when she dies, with beauty dies her store. Sweet, sweet, sweet nurse, tell me, what says my love? Never came poison from so sweet a place. Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly urg'd! That's an ill phrase, a vile phrase; 'beautified' is a vile