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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Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself And I'll corrupt her manners, stain her beauty: In equal scale weighing delight and dole,-- Nor aught so good but, strain'd from that fair use, Marry, sir, because silver hath a sweet sound. My words would bandy her to my sweet love, Within this three hours will fair Juliet wake: For this, being smelt, with that part cheers each part; For beauty, starv'd with her severity, And with some sweet oblivious antidote Holy King Henry, and thy fair son Edward, Tempering extremities with extreme sweet. That your good beauties be the happy cause That cropp'd the golden prime of this sweet prince, To beautify him, only lacks a cover: The sweetest sleep and fairest-boding dreams And ample interchange of sweet discourse,
For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night. And thou shalt live in this fair world behind, The fair Ophelia!--Nymph, in thy orisons