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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That thou her maid art far more fair than she: Sweet saint, for charity, be not so curst. But 'twas thy beauty that provoked me. Rescue, fair lord, or else the day is lost! Examine other beauties. 'Tis deeply sworn. Sweet, leave me here awhile; An anchor's cheer in prison be my scope! Ah me! how sweet is love itself possess'd, Here, sweet lord, at your service. Dear maid, kind sister, sweet Ophelia!-- In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond; How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night, And with them words of so sweet breath compos'd Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy, Because sweet flowers are slow and weeds make haste. Sweet Gertrude, leave us too; Our dreadful marches to delightful measures. Together with that fair and warlike form Hold, then; go home, be merry, give consent What early tongue so sweet saluteth me?-- And in their summer beauty kiss'd each other. But cheer thy heart and be thou not dismay'd: Do so, and bid my sweet prepare to chide.