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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Thriftless ambition, that wilt ravin up Ere from this war thou turn a conqueror; The tyrant has not batter'd at their peace? Ere from this war thou turn a conqueror; Ay, truly; for the power of beauty will sooner transform His tyranny for trifles; his own bastardy,-- Thou art not conquer'd; beauty's ensign yet Fear not, Macbeth; no man that's born of woman
Shall e'er have power upon thee.--Then fly, false thanes, Young Fortinbras, with conquest come from Poland, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty: That lend a tyrannous and a damned light The tyrant has not batter'd at their peace? The tyrant's people on both sides do fight; Whose spirit, with divine ambition puff'd, Tyrants themselves wept when it was reported. From whom this tyrant holds the due of birth,