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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An envious thrust from Tybalt hit the life Should be as mortal as an old man's life? Now, for my life, she's wandering to the Tower, My charity is outrage, life my shame,-- But how long fairly shall her sweet life last? Then, window, let day in, and let life out. A milk-sop, one that never in his life Her life is safest only in her birth. Yet none of you would once beg for his life.-- Like death, when he shuts up the day of life; And breath of life, I have no life to breathe Razor: Cutting edge. And, on my life, hath stol'n him home to bed. I have liv'd long enough: my way of life O love! O life!--not life, but love in death! O love! O life!--not life, but love in death! So I by that; it is my day, my life. The forfeit, sovereign, of my servant's life; After life's fitful fever he sleeps well; For who is living, if those two are gone? The serpent that did sting thy father's life As life were in't: I have supp'd full with horrors; This grave shall have a living monument: Dead life, blind sight, poor mortal living ghost, On wholesome life usurp immediately.