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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No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm; Clean over-blown, themselves, the conquerors Whose spirit, with divine ambition puff'd, Your wives shall welcome home the conquerors; Come, go we to the king; our power is ready; If you do sweat to put a tyrant down, Ay, truly; for the power of beauty will sooner transform Tell me, thou unknown power,-- - Come, go we to the king; our power is ready;
The tyrant has not batter'd at their peace? Come, go we to the king; our power is ready; our power to account?--Yet who would have thought the old man to Tyrants themselves wept when it was reported. O wicked wit and gifts, that have the power To whom I will retail my conquest won, 'Tis all one, I will show myself a tyrant: Important! Flock to the rebels, and their power grows strong. My operant powers their functions leave to do: Do we but find the tyrant's power to-night, Tongue-tied ambition, not replying, yielded