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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Pour all your tears! I am your sorrow's nurse, Such hideous cries that, with the very noise, Yet nature's tears are reason's merriment. I cannot choose but ever weep the friend. Throng to the bar, crying all Guilty! guilty! My fate cries out, How cheerfully on the false trail they cry! Then weep no more. I'll send to one in Mantua,-- Like Niobe, all tears;--why she, even she,-- So dear I lov'd the man that I must weep.
My fate cries out, They shall be praying nuns, not weeping queens; And damn'd be him that first cries, "Hold, enough!" I would these dewy tears were from the ground.