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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In mortal paradise of such sweet flesh?-- Industrious soldiership. The least a death to nature. When holy Harry died, and my sweet son. For which, they say, you spirits oft walk in death, Here in Verona, ladies of esteem, Dream on, dream on of bloody deeds and death: Dies in his own too much: that we would do, Strange dream, that gives a dead man leave to think!-- And death, not Romeo, take my maidenhead! Make peace with God, for you must die, my lord. No sleep close up that deadly eye of thine, Love, charity, obedience, and true duty! Take up the bodies.--Such a sight as this O'er ladies' lips, who straight on kisses dream,--