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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And with them words of so sweet breath compos'd Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty: Welcome, sweet prince, to London, to your chamber. For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night. And is it not, then, well served in to a sweet goose? With the sweet silent hours of marriage joys: Foes to my rest, and my sweet sleep's disturbers, Is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens Why, love, I say!--madam! sweetheart!--why, bride!-- For bonny sweet Robin is all my joy,-- You having lands, and bless'd with beauteous wives, That fair for which love groan'd for, and would die, Sweets to the sweet: farewell. Shine out, fair sun, till I have bought a glass, You are merry, my lord. To live an unstain'd wife to my sweet love. O, sweet my mother, cast me not away!