Oyonale - 3D art and graphic experiments
ShakeSpam
Click on the verses to see them in context. Shakespeare's plays are available from the Gutenberg Projet.
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Where is the beauteous majesty of Denmark? You are merry, my lord. The sweetest sleep and fairest-boding dreams Nor aught so good but, strain'd from that fair use, In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond; Sweet flower, with flowers thy bridal bed I strew: For beauty, starv'd with her severity, 'One fair daughter, and no more, Made peace of enmity, fair love of hate, The labour we delight in physics pain. Come,sisters, cheer we up his sprites, Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh; Sweet Gertrude, leave us too; A right good markman!--And she's fair I love. It is supposed, the fair creature died,-- Larded all with sweet flowers; Think that thy babes were sweeter than they were, Sweet Gertrude, leave us too;