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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Went through the army, cheering up the soldiers. It is supposed, the fair creature died,-- Take thy fair hour, Laertes; time be thine, Our dreadful marches to delightful measures. The king, that calls your beauteous daughter wife, | For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night. |
Now cheer each other in each other's love: 'Tis deeply sworn. Sweet, leave me here awhile; Here in the cheer and comfort of our eye, My unblown flowers, new-appearing sweets! Too flattering-sweet to be substantial. O, sweet my mother, cast me not away! The king, that calls your beauteous daughter wife, 'One fair daughter, and no more, And what obscur'd in this fair volume lies Hath not so green, so quick, so fair an eye