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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In nature is a tyranny; it hath been His tyranny for trifles; his own bastardy,-- Thou art not conquer'd; beauty's ensign yet The last was I that felt thy tyranny: To Stanley's regiment; bid him bring his power Great tyranny, lay thou thy basis sure, From whom this tyrant holds the due of birth, Ere from this war thou turn a conqueror; What says Lord Stanley? will he bring his power? Arm, fight, and conquer, for fair England's sake! South from the mighty power of the king. If all else fail, myself have power to die. But passion lends them power, time means, to meet, My operant powers their functions leave to do: No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm; My operant powers their functions leave to do: 'Tis all one, I will show myself a tyrant: - Clean over-blown, themselves, the conquerors
Ere from this war thou turn a conqueror; That excellent grand tyrant of the earth, So, as a painted tyrant, Pyrrhus stood; Will conquer him!--awake, and win the day! And yet I would not sleep:--merciful powers,