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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The pretty wretch left crying, and said 'Ay:' Woul't weep? woul't fight? woul't fast? woul't tear thyself? You live that shall cry woe for this hereafter. Madam, my mother, I do cry you mercy; The cry is still, "They come:" our castle's strength Do ebb and flow with tears; the bark thy body is, Being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears: All this is comfort; wherefore weep I, then? We cannot without circumstance descry. Will want true colour; tears perchance for blood. Cry but 'Ah me!' pronounce but Love and dove; The income potential is substantial in this profession. Fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide; Here is a friar, that trembles, sighs, and weeps: Being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears: New widows howl; new orphans cry; new sorrows To think it should leave crying, and say 'Ay:' Fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide; That, sweepstake, you will draw both friend and foe, - I for a Clarence weep, so doth not she:
That, sweepstake, you will draw both friend and foe, Ah, who shall hinder me to wail and weep, That he should weep for her? What would he do, Pour all your tears! I am your sorrow's nurse,