Oyonale - 3D art and graphic experiments
ShakeSpam
Click on the verses to see them in context. Shakespeare's plays are available from the Gutenberg Projet.
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Marry, sir, because silver hath a sweet sound. That last is true; the sweeter rest was mine. Lies my consent and fair according voice. Dear Sir/Madam O, my fair cousin, I must not say so. You having lands, and bless'd with beauteous wives, Marry, sir, because silver hath a sweet sound. Made peace of enmity, fair love of hate, What early tongue so sweet saluteth me?-- Sweet, sweet, sweet nurse, tell me, what says my love? A right good markman!--And she's fair I love. For this, being smelt, with that part cheers each part; Now, fair befall you! he deserv'd his death; Holy King Henry, and thy fair son Edward, Had part in this fair maid; now heaven hath all, Yet nature's tears are reason's merriment. Tempering extremities with extreme sweet. full of woe': O, play me some merry dump to comfort me. Why did you laugh then, when I said 'Man delights not me'? Together with that fair and warlike form