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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So here is what we have to offer you: That living mortals, hearing them, run mad;-- The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Thine own life's means!--Then 'tis most like,
Did forfeit, with his life, all those his lands, Thy life hath that dishonour'd. And a man's life is no more than to say One. A deep repentance: nothing in his life Chief nourisher in life's feast. Of a despised life, clos'd in my breast, Our crown, our life, and all that we call ours, Compare dead happiness with living woe; Dead life, blind sight, poor mortal living ghost, Life's but a walking shadow; a poor player, More miserable by the life of thee But, tell me is young George Stanley living? But how long fairly shall her sweet life last? Cancel his bond of life, dear God, I pray, Or if thou hast uphoarded in thy life Poor living corse, clos'd in a dead man's tomb! And plant your joys in living Edward's throne. The serpent that did sting thy father's life Of comfort, kingdom, kindred, freedom, life. Give me the light; upon thy life I charge thee,