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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Nor cheer of mind that I was wont to have. Now, good sweet nurse,--O Lord, why look'st thou sad? That, when she dies, with beauty dies her store. Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself That cropp'd the golden prime of this sweet prince, Thou art not conquer'd; beauty's ensign yet The sweetest sleep and fairest-boding dreams The harlot's cheek, beautied with plastering art, Come,sisters, cheer we up his sprites, Infer fair England's peace by this alliance. Or dedicate his beauty to the sun. Sweets to the sweet: farewell. In equal scale weighing delight and dole,-- That, when she dies, with beauty dies her store.