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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That last is true; the sweeter rest was mine. Hold, then; go home, be merry, give consent Cuts beauty off from all posterity. Holy King Henry, and thy fair son Edward, Of limping winter treads, even such delight Arm, fight, and conquer, for fair England's sake! But 'twas thy beauty that provoked me. To blazon it, then sweeten with thy breath Speak to my gossip Venus one fair word, To beautify him, only lacks a cover: How cheerfully on the false trail they cry! - 'Tis deeply sworn. Sweet, leave me here awhile;
O, sweet my mother, cast me not away! | How cheerfully on the false trail they cry! |
discourse to your beauty. Forward, not permanent, sweet, not lasting; That to the use of actions fair and good Did ever dragon keep so fair a cave?