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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Weep our sad bosoms empty. Yet nature's tears are reason's merriment. So dear I lov'd the man that I must weep. Such hideous cries that, with the very noise, The tears have got small victory by that; Evermore weeping for your cousin's death? New widows howl; new orphans cry; new sorrows Edward and York. Then haply will she weep: If he were dead, you'ld weep for him: if you would not, it That, sweepstake, you will draw both friend and foe, We cannot without circumstance descry. The tears have got small victory by that; Yet nature's tears are reason's merriment. If he were dead, you'ld weep for him: if you would not, it That, sweepstake, you will draw both friend and foe, The cry is still, "They come:" our castle's strength Cry "God save Richard, England's royal king!" Maintains such falsehood, then turn tears to fires; Thy tears are womanish; thy wild acts denote
Cry to be heard, as 'twere from heaven to earth, They shall be praying nuns, not weeping queens; I do beweep to many simple gulls;