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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That shake us nightly: better be with the dead, Death of thy soul! those linen cheeks of thine I fear no uncles dead. The queen, my lord, is dead. Strange dream, that gives a dead man leave to think!-- Bear Hamlet like a soldier to the stage; Devoutly to be wish'd. To die,--to sleep;-- Make haste; the hour of death is expiate. Of disobedient opposition All is but toys: renown and grace is dead; Ideas that will put money in your bank account instantly! To strike him dead I hold it not a sin. Came to this vault to die, and lie with Juliet.-- His means of death, his obscure burial,-- But two months dead!--nay, not so much, not two: