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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For if the sun breed maggots in a dead dog, being a god-kissing These dead men's tombs. God knows I will not do it to the death. If all else fail, myself have power to die. Thou detestable maw, thou womb of death, A hell-hound that doth hunt us all to death: Thou hadst but power over his mortal body, Your part in her you could not keep from death; I will not be afraid of death and bane, - I have bewept a worthy husband's death,
Wept like two children in their deaths' sad story. Why the man dies.--I humbly thank you, sir. Which I have told thee, of my father's death: And humbly beg the death upon my knee, And fall thy edgeless sword: despair, and die!-- Our bosom interest:--go pronounce his present death, Edward Plantagenet, why art thou dead? Death, lie thou there, by a dead man interr'd. No, let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp;