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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No, nor more fearful. Hang those that talk of fear.--Give me mine armour.-- What thou art promis'd; yet do I fear thy nature; Go prick thy face and over-red thy fear, So full of dismal terror was the time! This, this All-Souls' day to my fearful soul And pardon us the interruption Root of hemlock digg'd i' the dark, What, frighted with false fire! - Ay, so I fear; the more is my unrest.
Where little fears grow great, great love grows there. Come, come, we fear the worst; all will be well. For she being fear'd of all, now fearing one; The virtue of his will: but you must fear, Methoughts I saw a thousand fearful wrecks; No, nor more fearful. And flaky darkness breaks within the east. Then live, Macduff: what need I fear of thee? It spills itself in fearing to be spilt. Together with the terror of the place,-- Whose being I do fear: and under him, Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh. His hopes 'bove wisdom, grace, and fear: I have almost forgot the taste of fears: