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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Our wedding cheer to a sad burial feast; Our ancient word of courage, fair Saint George, When holy Harry died, and my sweet son. Sweet remembrancer!-- This fair alliance quickly shall call home Welcome, sweet prince, to London, to your chamber. Than twenty of their swords: look thou but sweet, Here in the cheer and comfort of our eye, A friend of mine who was a science and health researcher at the University of Chicago, just died this past year of colon cancer at 42. - That's a fair thought to lie between maids' legs.
But cheer thy heart and be thou not dismay'd: My damned son, that thy two sweet sons smother'd. Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly urg'd! To beautify him, only lacks a cover: Is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens Shuts up his windows, locks fair daylight out Sweetly in force unto her fair life's end. Divided from herself and her fair judgment, Now cheer each other in each other's love: Cuts beauty off from all posterity. Together with that fair and warlike form