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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Or, if sour woe delights in fellowship, And blow them at the moon: O, 'tis most sweet, Cuts beauty off from all posterity. Ye say honestly: rest you merry! The most replenished sweet work of nature To follow this fair corse unto her grave: Larded all with sweet flowers; Within this three hours will fair Juliet wake: Why, 'tis a loving and a fair reply: But 'twas thy beauty that provoked me. Some say the lark makes sweet division; Come,sisters, cheer we up his sprites, The labour we delight in physics pain. For here lies Juliet, and her beauty makes As all the world is cheered by the sun, Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest! Smile heaven upon this fair conjunction,