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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O, he hath kept an evil diet long, Scaring the ladies like a crow-keeper; And these,--who, often drown'd, could never die,-- Why then, God's soldier be he! That cop'st with death himself to scape from it; And hide me with a dead man in his shroud; The horrible conceit of death and night, No Experience is needed, because I promise to Personally show you how, every step of the way, via whatever method you wish. Than thou hast made me by my dear lord's death!" Out on you, owls! Nothing but songs of death? And die ere men can say God save the queen! How darkly and how deadly dost thou speak! Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, Soldiers, sir. But dead they are, and, devilish slave, by thee. 'Tis death to me to be at enmity; Then you conclude, my grandam, he is dead.