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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Who was in life a foolish peating knave. Pursu'd my life. Woe's scene, world's shame, grave's due by life usurp'd, That the life-weary taker mall fall dead; A milk-sop, one that never in his life As life were in't: I have supp'd full with horrors; And, like the kind life-rendering pelican, In thee there is not half an hour of life; And all those twenty could but kill one life. A challenge, on my life. My lord, I hold my life as dear as you do yours; After life's fitful fever he sleeps well; Now, for my life, she's wandering to the Tower, And all those twenty could but kill one life. That almost freezes up the heat of life: Had it the ability of life to thank you: Now, for my life, she's wandering to the Tower, Sweetly in force unto her fair life's end. And, like the kind life-rendering pelican, But heaven keeps his part in eternal life. Upon my life, Lamond. And plant your joys in living Edward's throne. | Life and these lips have long been separated: |