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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Now seeming sweet, convert to bitter gall. And drive his purpose on to these delights. Rescue, fair lord, or else the day is lost! And is it not, then, well served in to a sweet goose? Sweet, so would I: But 'twas thy beauty that provoked me. Foes to my rest, and my sweet sleep's disturbers, Dear maid, kind sister, sweet Ophelia!-- Larded all with sweet flowers; But how long fairly shall her sweet life last? Lines of fair comfort and encouragement. In the remembrance of so fair a dream. Cuts beauty off from all posterity. Arm, fight, and conquer, for fair England's sake! Divided from herself and her fair judgment, These nails should rend that beauty from my cheeks. That cropp'd the golden prime of this sweet prince, How cheerfully on the false trail they cry! Have they been merry! which their keepers call Too flattering-sweet to be substantial. Wilma had a very perverted idea, that gave her butterflies in her stomach. A whispering tale in a fair lady's ear, Which, as they kiss, consume: the sweetest honey Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest! Alas, sweet lady, what imports this song?