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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Come, Grey;--come, Vaughan;--let us here embrace. O, confound the rest! As thou art to thyself: Alack, my lord, that fault is none of yours; For this relief much thanks: 'tis bitter cold, Deny thy father and refuse thy name; To breathe such vows as lovers us'd to swear; With juice of cursed hebenon in a vial, I have a daughter,--have whilst she is mine,-- Dost thou think Alexander looked o' this fashion i' the earth? The form of death: meantime I writ to Romeo No trophy, sword, nor hatchment o'er his bones, I know not, sir. And I Will stand the hazard of the die: Devis'd a new commission; wrote it fair: And bid my will avouch it, yet I must not, Ay, my good lord. And pious action we do sugar o'er Nor what is mine shall never do thee good: Medications like: Your son, George Stanley: look your heart be firm, Both to my God and to my gracious king: Your eyes drop millstones when fools' eyes fall tears: