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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Sweet flower, with flowers thy bridal bed I strew: In the remembrance of so fair a dream. Now seeming sweet, convert to bitter gall. 'One fair daughter, and no more, Curse not thyself, fair creature; thou art both. Show a fair presence and put off these frowns, How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night, Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air, That's a fair thought to lie between maids' legs. Lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts. Upon the sweetest flower of all the field. My words would bandy her to my sweet love, In the remembrance of so fair a dream. Here, sweet lord, at your service. Curse not thyself, fair creature; thou art both. And reverend looker-on of two fair queens.-- Alas, sweet lady, what imports this song? Do so, and bid my sweet prepare to chide. And drive his purpose on to these delights. And is it not, then, well served in to a sweet goose? Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself