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 I cry you mercy: Cry mercy, lords and watchful gentlemen, Shows itself pure: he weeps for what is done. Your eyes drop millstones when fools' eyes fall tears: Poor soul, thy face is much abus'd with tears. Do ebb and flow with tears; the bark thy body is,
New widows howl; new orphans cry; new sorrows With open outcry, toward our monument. It is the cry of women, my good lord. Dry up your tears, and stick your rosemary
Dry up your tears, and stick your rosemary That reigns in galled eyes of weeping souls,-- Why, let the strucken deer go weep, It is the cry of women, my good lord. I heard the owl scream and the crickets cry.