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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- Shame serves thy life and doth thy death attend.
She's so conjunctive to my life and soul, After life's fitful fever he sleeps well; Would not entreat for life?-- Who wear our health but sickly in his life, Like death, when he shuts up the day of life; Who wear our health but sickly in his life, Upon my life, my lord, I'll undertake it;
| Ay, on my life; and hopes to find you forward |
Life and these lips have long been separated: The life of Tybalt. Give me the light; upon thy life I charge thee, Upon my life, she finds, although I cannot, In thee there is not half an hour of life; And, on my life, hath stol'n him home to bed. Even on the pith of life. Where is he gone? Thrown out his angle for my proper life, That makes calamity of so long life; The life o' the building. That I would set my life on any chance,