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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Shame serves thy life and doth thy death attend. And sayest thou yet that exile is not death! Arise, dissembler: though I wish thy death, And leave him all; life, living, all is death's. And her immortal part with angels lives. No, let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp; For good Polonius' death; and we have done but greenly Alas, poor Romeo, he is already dead! stabbed with a white | By Sinel's death I know I am Thane of Glamis; |
As we have warranties: her death was doubtful; A thing like death to chide away this shame, But I, a maid, die maiden-widowed. And leave him all; life, living, all is death's. When thou shalt tell the process of their death. That thou, dead corse, again in complete steel, Shake off this downy sleep, death's counterfeit, And, as the sleeping soldiers in the alarm,