Oyonale - 3D art and graphic experiments
Fun things Image mixer TrueSpam ShakeSpam ThinkSpam

ShakeSpam

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

.

Death makes no conquest of this conqueror;

 And these,--who, often drown'd, could never die,-- O wretched state! O bosom black as death! The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead Shame serves thy life and doth thy death attend. And mortal eyes cannot endure the devil.-- Go, bid the soldiers shoot. Ha, banishment? be merciful, say death; It is supposed, the fair creature died,-- But that the dread of something after death,-- That shake us nightly: better be with the dead, Who knows not he is dead! Who knows he is? 'Tybalt is dead, and Romeo banished.' But old folks, many feign as they were dead; O, no, my reasons are too deep and dead;-- A hell-hound that doth hunt us all to death: That death and nature do contend about them, I dreamt my lady came and found me dead,--