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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O, she's rich in beauty; only poor But 'twas thy beauty that provoked me. Of limping winter treads, even such delight And drive his purpose on to these delights. These eyes could not endure that beauty's wreck; Sweet, sweet, sweet nurse, tell me, what says my love? Neither, fair saint, if either thee dislike. Show a fair presence and put off these frowns, If thou delight to view thy heinous deeds, Because sweet flowers are slow and weeds make haste. So sweet is zealous contemplation. To blazon it, then sweeten with thy breath 'To the celestial, and my soul's idol, the most beautified Sweet flower, with flowers thy bridal bed I strew: To beautify him, only lacks a cover: And blow them at the moon: O, 'tis most sweet, For fair without the fair within to hide: Most fair return of greetings and desires. For sweet discourses in our time to come. Beautiful tyrant! fiend angelical! Madam, good hope; his grace speaks cheerfully. Had part in this fair maid; now heaven hath all, Ah me! how sweet is love itself possess'd, My damned son, that thy two sweet sons smother'd.