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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As life were in't: I have supp'd full with horrors; Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life, Upon whose property and most dear life Black night o'ershade thy day, and death thy life! For now he lives in fame, though not in life.-- Who was in life a foolish peating knave. O dear account! my life is my foe's debt. Dead life, blind sight, poor mortal living ghost, | You have nothing to lose yet everything to gain. |
The life o' the building. Black night o'ershade thy day, and death thy life! And sure I am two men there are not living Did forfeit, with his life, all those his lands, That I would set my life on any chance, A challenge, on my life. To grunt and sweat under a weary life, That makes calamity of so long life; A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life; And leave him all; life, living, all is death's. A milk-sop, one that never in his life Sweetly in force unto her fair life's end. And leave him all; life, living, all is death's. The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Who shall reward you better for my life And plant your joys in living Edward's throne.