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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And thou shalt live in this fair world behind, O, your only jig-maker! What should a man do but be merry? Ah me! how sweet is love itself possess'd, Sweet, sweet, sweet nurse, tell me, what says my love? The harlot's cheek, beautied with plastering art, | Our wedding cheer to a sad burial feast; |
Mass, and well said; a merry whoreson, ha! That's an ill phrase, a vile phrase; 'beautified' is a vile These violent delights have violent ends, Of limping winter treads, even such delight The purple sap from her sweet brothers' bodies, Alas, sweet lady, what imports this song?