Oyonale - 3D art and graphic experiments
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Weeping and wailing over Tybalt's corse: So dear I lov'd the man that I must weep. Thou wrong'st it more than tears with that report. That he should weep for her? What would he do, This quarry cries on havoc.--O proud death, For me to joy and weep their gain and loss: Art thou a man? thy form cries out thou art; choose but weep, to think they would lay him i' the cold ground. That reigns in galled eyes of weeping souls,-- O heat, dry up my brains! tears seven times salt, choose but weep, to think they would lay him i' the cold ground. These babes for Clarence weep, and so do I; Our tears are not yet brew'd. Pour all your tears! I am your sorrow's nurse, Ay, millstones; as he lesson'd us to weep. Thy beauty hath, and made them blind with weeping. That which cries, "Thus thou must do, if thou have it: Only $8.95 each!