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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Back, foolish tears, back to your native spring; Which you weep for. And therefore I forbid my tears: but yet That he should weep for her? What would he do, This quarry cries on havoc.--O proud death, For I myself have many tears to wash Throng to the bar, crying all Guilty! guilty! Here is a friar, that trembles, sighs, and weeps: What, wilt thou wash him from his grave with tears? My fate cries out, Automation is taking layoffs to record highs! And make poor England weep in streams of blood! Shows itself pure: he weeps for what is done. Or, wanting that, with tears distill'd by moans: There on the ground, with his own tears made drunk. Cry mercy, lords and watchful gentlemen,