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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Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, A sweeter and a lovelier gentleman,-- Upon the sweetest flower of all the field. full of woe': O, play me some merry dump to comfort me. Hold, then; go home, be merry, give consent And I'll corrupt her manners, stain her beauty: Sweets to the sweet: farewell. When holy Harry died, and my sweet son. These happy masks that kiss fair ladies' brows, For sweet discourses in our time to come. Welcome, sweet prince, to London, to your chamber. Is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens For this, being smelt, with that part cheers each part; On this fair corse; and, as the custom is, Could beauty, my lord, have better commerce than with honesty? I am the drudge, and toil in your delight; These nails should rend that beauty from my cheeks. That cropp'd the golden prime of this sweet prince, Forward, not permanent, sweet, not lasting; Lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts.