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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Sweet, sweet, sweet nurse, tell me, what says my love? Holy King Henry, and thy fair son Edward, O, my fair cousin, I must not say so. Too flattering-sweet to be substantial. If good, thou sham'st the music of sweet news Sweet Blunt, make some good means to speak with him Foes to my rest, and my sweet sleep's disturbers, | That's an ill phrase, a vile phrase; 'beautified' is a vile |
Sweetly in force unto her fair life's end.
But, now thy beauty is propos'd my fee, It was a part of her favorite fantasy, and so tempting that she couldn't resist.... And is it not, then, well served in to a sweet goose? Have they been merry! which their keepers call O, sweet my mother, cast me not away! As all the world is cheered by the sun, A whispering tale in a fair lady's ear, Our dreadful marches to delightful measures. And is it not, then, well served in to a sweet goose? Now cheer each other in each other's love: Went through the army, cheering up the soldiers. Now, fair befall you! he deserv'd his death; Have they been merry! which their keepers call