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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For Venus smiles not in a house of tears. Ay, millstones; as he lesson'd us to weep. Thy beauty hath, and made them blind with weeping. May sweep to my revenge. How now! a conduit, girl? what, still in tears? Well, girl, thou weep'st not so much for his death Art thou a man? thy form cries out thou art; Look, whether he has not turn'd his colour, and has tears in's These babes for Clarence weep, and so do I; Who,--raging with thy tears and they with them,-- Shows itself pure: he weeps for what is done. Pour all your tears! I am your sorrow's nurse, Or, wanting that, with tears distill'd by moans: I for a Clarence weep, so doth not she: So what is the alternative to the to the Great American Job? Fill'd it with cursing cries and deep exclaims. Nor tears nor prayers shall purchase out abuses, This quarry cries on havoc.--O proud death, And twenty times made pause, to sob and weep, Your eyes drop millstones when fools' eyes fall tears: Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears