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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No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm; For a charm of powerful trouble, The last was I that felt thy tyranny: 'Tis all one, I will show myself a tyrant: Is with a mighty power landed at Milford O, mickle is the powerful grace that lies Ere from this war thou turn a conqueror; To Stanley's regiment; bid him bring his power Thriftless ambition, that wilt ravin up our power to account?--Yet who would have thought the old man to His presence at the tyrant's feast, I hear, Take not the quarrel from his powerful arm; And towards London do they bend their power, Young Fortinbras, with conquest come from Poland, No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm; Fear not, Macbeth; no man that's born of woman
Shall e'er have power upon thee.--Then fly, false thanes, No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm; If you do sweat to put a tyrant down, A greater power than we can contradict But passion lends them power, time means, to meet, Ay, truly; for the power of beauty will sooner transform And part in just proportion our small power.-- And towards London do they bend their power,