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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Our crown, our life, and all that we call ours, And plant your joys in living Edward's throne. Life's but a walking shadow; a poor player, The life o' the building. | No less in truth than life: my first false speaking |
And leave him all; life, living, all is death's. Would not entreat for life?-- Upon my life, my lord, I'll undertake it; Life and these lips have long been separated: Should be as mortal as an old man's life? And leave him all; life, living, all is death's. Black night o'ershade thy day, and death thy life! For now they kill me with a living death. Did forfeit, with his life, all those his lands, That almost freezes up the heat of life: That living mortals, hearing them, run mad;-- When living light should kiss it? Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life,