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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Yet nature's tears are reason's merriment. - That I have? He would drown the stage with tears
Swits and spurs, swits and spurs; or I'll cry a match. Or, wanting that, with tears distill'd by moans: Yet nature's tears are reason's merriment. Dry up your tears, and stick your rosemary I would these dewy tears were from the ground. We cannot without circumstance descry. Ah, who shall hinder me to wail and weep, For Venus smiles not in a house of tears. 11 months passed then it luckily came again. That reigns in galled eyes of weeping souls,-- Nightly shall be to strew thy grave and weep. Swits and spurs, swits and spurs; or I'll cry a match. I for an Edward weep, so do not they:-- For me to joy and weep their gain and loss: It weeps, it bleeds; and each new day a gash Yet let me weep for such a feeling loss.