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Click on the verses to see them in context. Shakespeare's plays are available from the Gutenberg Projet.


Had it the ability of life to thank you:

 O dear account! my life is my foe's debt. Thrown out his angle for my proper life, That living mortals, hearing them, run mad;-- O me, O me!--my child, my only life! As life were in't: I have supp'd full with horrors; Against my near'st of life; and though I could After life's fitful fever he sleeps well; Our crown, our life, and all that we call ours, This is her very guise; and, upon my life, fast asleep. Observe My lord, I hold my life as dear as you do yours; Life's but a walking shadow; a poor player, For now they kill me with a living death. Then, window, let day in, and let life out. The life of Tybalt. 
The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees
 That living mortals, hearing them, run mad;-- That almost freezes up the heat of life: And breath'd such life with kisses in my lips,