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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I thought thy bride-bed to have deck'd, sweet maid, The day to cheer and night's dank dew to dry, And she steal love's sweet bait from fearful hooks: That fair for which love groan'd for, and would die, For fair without the fair within to hide: For bonny sweet Robin is all my joy,-- That fair for which love groan'd for, and would die, Thy beauty hath, and made them blind with weeping. Went through the army, cheering up the soldiers. Think that thy babes were sweeter than they were, Thy beauty hath, and made them blind with weeping. It is supposed, the fair creature died,-- For bonny sweet Robin is all my joy,-- Cuts beauty off from all posterity. Call them again, sweet prince, accept their suit: Larded all with sweet flowers;