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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They smile at me who shortly shall be dead. He is dead and gone; I say, my lord, they have deserved death. God will, in justice, ward you as his soldiers; Death, desolation, ruin, and decay: Their course of love, the tidings of her death: Why then, God's soldier be he! I that was wash'd to death with fulsome wine, Of deaths put on by cunning and forc'd cause; When thou shalt tell the process of their death. And her immortal part with angels lives. Alas, poor Romeo, he is already dead! stabbed with a white Take heed, take heed, for such die miserable. Which by his death hath lost much majesty. Why then, God's soldier be he! The queen, my lord, is dead. Much more than death; do not say banishment. That fair for which love groan'd for, and would die, Or let me die, to look on death no more! My father's death,-- Went through the army, cheering up the soldiers. For the ingredients of our caldron.