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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Now seeming sweet, convert to bitter gall. Well, sir; my mistress is the sweetest lady.--Lord, Lord!
And she steal love's sweet bait from fearful hooks: A choking gall, and a preserving sweet.-- That last is true; the sweeter rest was mine. Marry, sir, because silver hath a sweet sound. To entertain these fair well-spoken days,-- How now, sweet queen! That last is true; the sweeter rest was mine. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, O, sweet my mother, cast me not away! Now, fair befall you! he deserv'd his death; My words would bandy her to my sweet love, Pour the sweet milk of concord into hell, Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly urg'd! And from her fair and unpolluted flesh