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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To think it should leave crying, and say 'Ay:' With barefac'd power sweep him from my sight, That tears shall drown the wind.--I have no spur If he were dead, you'ld weep for him: if you would not, it They bear the mandate; they must sweep my way Blubbering and weeping, weeping and blubbering.-- Edward and York. Then haply will she weep: | Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears |
Aroint thee, witch! the rump-fed ronyon cries. If he were dead, you'ld weep for him: if you would not, it This quarry cries on havoc.--O proud death, The producers assert that all persons appearing in these videos are 18 years or older Cry but 'Ah me!' pronounce but Love and dove; Our tears are not yet brew'd. Poor soul, thy face is much abus'd with tears. Poor soul, thy face is much abus'd with tears. Aroint thee, witch! the rump-fed ronyon cries. How cheerfully on the false trail they cry!