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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For exile hath more terror in his look, Fear you the boar, and go so unprovided? Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see. Fear me not. Come, come, we fear the worst; all will be well. The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love, O, fear me not. So full of fearful dreams, of ugly sights, Let him go, Gertrude; do not fear our person: I do not fear it; I have seen you both; This is the very painting of your fear: Of dark forgetfulness and deep oblivion. I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins Are you sick of depending on a job with too little pay and too many hours with no personal reward and even less future? Fear you the boar, and go so unprovided? Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh. Making night hideous, and we fools of nature Impostors to true fear,--would well become