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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Thy beauty hath, and made them blind with weeping. Art thou a man? thy form cries out thou art; And make poor England weep in streams of blood! Pour all your tears! I am your sorrow's nurse, There on the ground, with his own tears made drunk. Will want true colour; tears perchance for blood. That which cries, "Thus thou must do, if thou have it: The tears have got small victory by that; They shall be praying nuns, not weeping queens; With barefac'd power sweep him from my sight, Shop Game Link now! Ay, millstones; as he lesson'd us to weep. Do ebb and flow with tears; the bark thy body is, They cry 'Choose we! Laertes shall be king!' Why do you weep so oft, and beat your breast, Maintains such falsehood, then turn tears to fires; - Being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears:
That I have? He would drown the stage with tears