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 exile hath more terror in his look, What, do I fear myself? there's none else by: Hang those that talk of fear.--Give me mine armour.-- Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see. My fears forgetting manners, to unseal Such I account thy love. Art thou afeard No, nor more fearful. I fear no uncles dead. | And as my love is siz'd, my fear is so: |
O God, I fear thy justice will take hold Why, what should you fear? Fear not, Macbeth; no man that's born of woman
Shall e'er have power upon thee.--Then fly, false thanes, And soon I'll rid you from the fear of them. Upon a fearful summons. I have heard - Blind is his love, and best befits the dark.
In the affliction of these terrible dreams Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see. This, this All-Souls' day to my fearful soul For she being fear'd of all, now fearing one; Truly, the hearts of men are fun of fear:
All is the fear, and nothing is the love;