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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I hear some noise within: dear love, adieu!-- 'Tis a vile thing to die, my gracious lord, which have walked in their sleep who have died holily in For the ingredients of our caldron. Industrious soldiership. Drown desperate sorrow in dead Edward's grave, And steal immortal blessing from her lips; The law, that threaten'd death, becomes thy friend, Not body's death, but body's banishment. All mortal consequences have pronounc'd me thus,-- Black night o'ershade thy day, and death thy life! There's nothing serious in mortality: Is death to any he that utters them. 'Tybalt is dead, and Romeo banished.' All is but toys: renown and grace is dead; Shall I be plain?--I wish the bastards dead; Devoutly to be wish'd. To die,--to sleep;-- She should have died hereafter; In the dead vast and middle of the night,
- Too deep and dead, poor infants, in their graves.