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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Such hideous cries that, with the very noise, Poor bird! thou'dst never fear the net nor lime, Earth-treading stars that make dark heaven light: Come to redeem me? there's a fearful point! An if they live, I hope I need not fear. The boy is foolish, and I fear not him.-- Such hideous cries that, with the very noise, Must climb a bird's nest soon when it is dark: Now fear I this will give it start again; I have almost forgot the taste of fears: That I may tell pale-hearted fear it lies, Earth-treading stars that make dark heaven light: Why, what should you fear? For exile hath more terror in his look, That pierc'd the fearful hollow of thine ear;