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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And make poor England weep in streams of blood! For I myself have many tears to wash The liquid drops of tears that you have shed To cry, "Hold, hold!" They cry 'Choose we! Laertes shall be king!' To think it should leave crying, and say 'Ay:' The tears have got small victory by that; Do ebb and flow with tears; the bark thy body is, No, coz, I rather weep. O heat, dry up my brains! tears seven times salt, And that dear saint which then I weeping follow'd; Nor tears nor prayers shall purchase out abuses, Ah, who shall hinder me to wail and weep, For I myself have many tears to wash Blubbering and weeping, weeping and blubbering.-- Evermore weeping for your cousin's death? That, sweepstake, you will draw both friend and foe, Dry up your tears, and stick your rosemary For Venus smiles not in a house of tears. May send forth plenteous tears to drown the world! Bid Gloster think of this, and he will weep. She for an Edward weeps, and so do I: Your eyes drop millstones when fools' eyes fall tears: