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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Then, window, let day in, and let life out. Miscarried by my fault, let my old life - As living here, and you no use of him.
Poor living corse, clos'd in a dead man's tomb! Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life, As life were in't: I have supp'd full with horrors; Your bedded hairs, like life in excrements, Or if thou hast uphoarded in thy life This grave shall have a living monument:
But, tell me is young George Stanley living? A milk-sop, one that never in his life That I would set my life on any chance, - In thee there is not half an hour of life;
That the life-weary taker mall fall dead; Woe's scene, world's shame, grave's due by life usurp'd, And sure I am two men there are not living Have been beholding to him in his life; We have all major names and one will work for you They star'd, and were distracted; no man's life Who wear our health but sickly in his life, Dead life, blind sight, poor mortal living ghost, What is't you say? the life?