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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Sweetly in force unto her fair life's end. The expectancy and rose of the fair state, My damned son, that thy two sweet sons smother'd. And blow them at the moon: O, 'tis most sweet, That fair for which love groan'd for, and would die, Lines of fair comfort and encouragement. Why did you laugh then, when I said 'Man delights not me'? Take thy fair hour, Laertes; time be thine, Hath not so green, so quick, so fair an eye The devil to his fellow; and delight You having lands, and bless'd with beauteous wives, When holy Harry died, and my sweet son. Hold, then; go home, be merry, give consent For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night. For here lies Juliet, and her beauty makes 'Tis deeply sworn. Sweet, leave me here awhile;