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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In nature is a tyranny; it hath been And yet I would not sleep:--merciful powers, Thou art not conquer'd; beauty's ensign yet Ere from this war thou turn a conqueror; Thriftless ambition, that wilt ravin up Is ripe for shaking, and the powers above Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself, With an untitled tyrant bloody-scepter'd, South from the mighty power of the king. Might, by the sovereign power you have of us, A bloody tyrant and a homicide; If you do sweat to put a tyrant down, In nature is a tyranny; it hath been So, as a painted tyrant, Pyrrhus stood; - Call up Lord Stanley, bid him bring his power:
Clean over-blown, themselves, the conquerors If all else fail, myself have power to die. Tell me, thou unknown power,--