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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| He hath no friends but what are friends for fear, |
This is the very painting of your fear: For we will fetters put upon this fear, Where little fears grow great, great love grows there. Come to redeem me? there's a fearful point! Whose being I do fear: and under him, As if thou were distraught and mad with terror? Which the dark night hath so discovered. An if they live, I hope I need not fear. Ere we will eat our meal in fear, and sleep Not being the gambling type, it took me several weeks to make up my mind to participate in this plan. No, marry; I fear thee! In the affliction of these terrible dreams Too terrible for the ear: the time has been,