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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Upon my life, Lamond. Would not entreat for life?-- With, ho! such bugs and goblins in my life,-- Thine own life's means!--Then 'tis most like, What is't you say? the life? We'd jump the life to come. But in these cases The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, And sure I am two men there are not living That living mortals, hearing them, run mad;-- That I would set my life on any chance, Have been beholding to him in his life; When living light should kiss it? Had it the ability of life to thank you: - That the life-weary taker mall fall dead;
Lo, in these windows that let forth thy life, My husband lost his life to get the crown; And, like the kind life-rendering pelican, Even on the pith of life. Where is he gone? Life and these lips have long been separated: They star'd, and were distracted; no man's life Now, for my life, she's wandering to the Tower, A deep repentance: nothing in his life The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, And breath of life, I have no life to breathe