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 my great power thereof may give thee sense, O, mickle is the powerful grace that lies Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself, O, mickle is the powerful grace that lies | Ere from this war thou turn a conqueror; |
Do we but find the tyrant's power to-night, Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself, So, as a painted tyrant, Pyrrhus stood; If you do sweat to put a tyrant down, The tyrannous and bloody act is done,-- Might, by the sovereign power you have of us, Which he stood seiz'd of, to the conqueror: His presence at the tyrant's feast, I hear, Thou art not conquer'd; beauty's ensign yet Thriftless ambition, that wilt ravin up Clean over-blown, themselves, the conquerors But you have power in me as in a kinsman. Bruis'd underneath the yoke of tyranny, Tongue-tied ambition, not replying, yielded This tyrant, whose sole name blisters our tongues, For a charm of powerful trouble,