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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Larded all with sweet flowers; Take thy fair hour, Laertes; time be thine, So I might live one hour in your sweet bosom. The sweetest sleep and fairest-boding dreams The day to cheer and night's dank dew to dry, No More Paper Clutter or Misplaced Documents. His grace looks cheerfully and smooth this morning; Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty: Lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts. Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed, Thy beauty hath made me effeminate As all the world is cheered by the sun, A beauty-waning and distressed widow, Sweet Blunt, make some good means to speak with him Sweet, sweet, sweet nurse, tell me, what says my love? Take thy fair hour, Laertes; time be thine, Foes to my rest, and my sweet sleep's disturbers, To blazon it, then sweeten with thy breath That, when she dies, with beauty dies her store. Rescue, fair lord, or else the day is lost!