Oyonale - 3D art and graphic experiments
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And cry "O Clarence, my unhappy son!" With tears augmenting the fresh morning's dew, With tears augmenting the fresh morning's dew, And damn'd be him that first cries, "Hold, enough!" Wherefore was that cry? Dry up your tears, and stick your rosemary And twenty times made pause, to sob and weep, I would these dewy tears were from the ground. | Cry mercy, lords and watchful gentlemen, |
O, she says nothing, sir, but weeps and weeps; Wherefore was that cry? Our tears are not yet brew'd. I cry thee mercy then; for I did think They shall be praying nuns, not weeping queens; Evermore weeping for your cousin's death? Nor tears nor prayers shall purchase out abuses,