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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Made peace of enmity, fair love of hate, And what obscur'd in this fair volume lies Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear! My damned son, that thy two sweet sons smother'd. Nor cheer of mind that I was wont to have. Here, sweet lord, at your service. My words would bandy her to my sweet love, And with them words of so sweet breath compos'd Call them again, sweet prince, accept their suit: With all the admired beauties of Verona. I'll make you quiet. What!--cheerly, my hearts. Which with sweet water nightly I will dew; How cheerfully on the false trail they cry! O, my fair cousin, I must not say so. Yet nature's tears are reason's merriment. Within this three hours will fair Juliet wake: Sweet Blunt, make some good means to speak with him