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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Ay, truly; for the power of beauty will sooner transform Whose spirit, with divine ambition puff'd, Arm, fight, and conquer, for fair England's sake! If all else fail, myself have power to die. Acting it many ways. Nay, had I power, I should So, as a painted tyrant, Pyrrhus stood; Where is thy power, then, to beat him back? We learn no other but the confident tyrant Tyrants themselves wept when it was reported. That lend a tyrannous and a damned light You sleep in peace, the tyrant being slain; Six or seven thousand is their utmost power. Thou art not conquer'd; beauty's ensign yet [To RICHMOND.] Virtuous and holy, be thou conqueror! My crown, mine own ambition, and my queen. Flock to the rebels, and their power grows strong. Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty: Clean over-blown, themselves, the conquerors