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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Long lost friends, relatives, a past lover who broke your heart! And from her fair and unpolluted flesh You do not give the cheer: the feast is sold Here in the cheer and comfort of our eye, Which, as they kiss, consume: the sweetest honey My unblown flowers, new-appearing sweets! In equal scale weighing delight and dole,-- Too flattering-sweet to be substantial. By their own beauties: or, if love be blind, And I'll corrupt her manners, stain her beauty: With smiling plenty, and fair prosperous days! What doth her beauty serve but as a note Bless you, fair dame! I am not to you known, Now, good sweet nurse,--O Lord, why look'st thou sad? How cheerfully on the false trail they cry! The devil to his fellow; and delight Made peace of enmity, fair love of hate, O, your only jig-maker! What should a man do but be merry?