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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That may convey my greetings, love, to thee. God give us leisure for these rites of love! More grief to hide than hate to utter love. What's here? a cup, clos'd in my true love's hand? The which will I; not all so much for love That all the world will be in love with night, And, England, if my love thou hold'st at aught,-- More than I have said, loving countrymen, Nature is fine in love; and where 'tis fine, In love? Then know, that from my soul I love thy daughter. Never miss the Money Shot again. How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night, But my true love is grown to such excess, The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love, I could interpret between you and your love, if I could see