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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Madam, good hope; his grace speaks cheerfully. Why did you laugh then, when I said 'Man delights not me'? That cropp'd the golden prime of this sweet prince, That your good beauties be the happy cause So I might live one hour in your sweet bosom. Sweetly in force unto her fair life's end. Divided from herself and her fair judgment, Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh; Ay, truly; for the power of beauty will sooner transform And drive his purpose on to these delights. Unfix his earth-bound root? Sweet bodements, good! Yet nature's tears are reason's merriment. Sweets to the sweet: farewell. Thou art not conquer'd; beauty's ensign yet | For this, being smelt, with that part cheers each part; |
If good, thou sham'st the music of sweet news Beautiful tyrant! fiend angelical!