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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Then weep no more. I'll send to one in Mantua,-- Wash they his wounds with tears: mine shall be spent, Thy beauty hath, and made them blind with weeping. Come weep with me; past hope, past cure, past help! How now! a conduit, girl? what, still in tears? May sweep to my revenge. I heard the owl scream and the crickets cry. Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears Those eyes of thine from mine have drawn salt tears,
It weeps, it bleeds; and each new day a gash And therefore I forbid my tears: but yet New widows howl; new orphans cry; new sorrows Blubbering and weeping, weeping and blubbering.-- To cry, "Hold, hold!" That he should weep for her? What would he do, Yet nature's tears are reason's merriment. Your eyes drop millstones when fools' eyes fall tears: