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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My husband lost his life to get the crown; Of a despised life, clos'd in my breast, Slave, I have set my life upon a cast, That living mortals, hearing them, run mad;-- Sweetly in force unto her fair life's end. - And breath of life, I have no life to breathe
The single and peculiar life is bound, Poor living corse, clos'd in a dead man's tomb! She's so conjunctive to my life and soul, Now, for my life, she's wandering to the Tower, No, no, my dream was lengthen'd after life; Upon my life, she finds, although I cannot, And plant your joys in living Edward's throne. Unto young Hamlet; for, upon my life, It was, as I have seen it in his life, Now, for my life, she's wandering to the Tower, Now, for my life, she's wandering to the Tower,