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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The day to cheer and night's dank dew to dry, 'Tis sweet and commendable in your nature, Hamlet, The purple sap from her sweet brothers' bodies, Now cheer each other in each other's love: What, the fair Ophelia? I am the drudge, and toil in your delight; Or of a courtier, which could say 'Good morrow, sweet lord! So sweet is zealous contemplation. The harlot's cheek, beautied with plastering art, - How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night,
Sweetly in force unto her fair life's end. Hold, then; go home, be merry, give consent That thou her maid art far more fair than she: Smile heaven upon this fair conjunction, To entertain these fair well-spoken days,-- And blow them at the moon: O, 'tis most sweet, My words would bandy her to my sweet love, Sweetly in force unto her fair life's end. Which, as they kiss, consume: the sweetest honey Of limping winter treads, even such delight Sweet flower, with flowers thy bridal bed I strew: Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest! Sweet saint, for charity, be not so curst.