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 Blunt, make some good means to speak with him Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air, Thy beauty hath, and made them blind with weeping. These nails should rend that beauty from my cheeks. The king, that calls your beauteous daughter wife, Within this three hours will fair Juliet wake: Have they been merry! which their keepers call How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night, Holy King Henry, and thy fair son Edward, Thine eyes, sweet lady, have infected mine.
Sweet remembrancer!-- Here in the cheer and comfort of our eye, 'Tis deeply sworn. Sweet, leave me here awhile; | How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night, |
translate beauty into his likeness: this was sometime a paradox,