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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Did forfeit, with his life, all those his lands, Dead life, blind sight, poor mortal living ghost, The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Life and these lips have long been separated: - Thine own life's means!--Then 'tis most like,
If grace had bless'd thee with a fairer life. A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life; That the life-weary taker mall fall dead; The forfeit, sovereign, of my servant's life; On wholesome life usurp immediately. This grave shall have a living monument: Would not entreat for life?-- The single and peculiar life is bound, Or if thou hast uphoarded in thy life Poor living corse, clos'd in a dead man's tomb! That makes calamity of so long life; Pursu'd my life. To save her life I'll say she is not so.