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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Being a thing immortal as itself? Dead. O deadly sin! O rude unthankfulness! Inter their bodies as becomes their births: There's nothing serious in mortality: Under the moon, can save the thing from death Then you conclude, my grandam, he is dead. But let it be.--Horatio, I am dead; For now they kill me with a living death. No, let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp;
- I will not be afraid of death and bane,
This is the truth, or let Benvolio die. That fair for which love groan'd for, and would die, time to do't ;--Hell is murky!--Fie, my lord, fie! a soldier, That do conspire my death with devilish plots Die neither mother, wife, nor England's queen!-- The readiest way to make the wench amends
Let every soldier hew him down a bough, which refers to Small Office/Home Office. One of today's biggest explosions in the economy.