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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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It is supposed, the fair creature died,--

 Hath been my kinsman.--O sweet Juliet, Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself For here lies Juliet, and her beauty makes 
Though news be sad, yet tell them merrily;
 Or of a courtier, which could say 'Good morrow, sweet lord! 
Why did you laugh then, when I said 'Man delights not me'?
 Well, sir; my mistress is the sweetest lady.--Lord, Lord! Our stern alarums chang'd to merry meetings, In equal scale weighing delight and dole,-- of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand. Oh, oh, oh! Shuts up his windows, locks fair daylight out The labour we delight in physics pain. Beauteous and swift, the minions of their race,