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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Dry up your tears, and stick your rosemary Thou wrong'st it more than tears with that report. Being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears: Throng to the bar, crying all Guilty! guilty! How now! a conduit, girl? what, still in tears? Do ebb and flow with tears; the bark thy body is, Come weep with me; past hope, past cure, past help! Weeping and wailing over Tybalt's corse: They shall be praying nuns, not weeping queens; Why do you weep so oft, and beat your breast,
Which you weep for. Then weep no more. I'll send to one in Mantua,-- Tears in his eyes, distraction in's aspect, To overgo thy woes and drown thy cries? It is the cry of women, my good lord. The pretty wretch left crying, and said 'Ay:' To cry, "Hold, hold!" I heard the owl scream and the crickets cry. May sweep to my revenge. The liquid drops of tears that you have shed