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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With tears augmenting the fresh morning's dew, Yet nature's tears are reason's merriment. Cry "God save Richard, England's royal king!" Wash they his wounds with tears: mine shall be spent, Look, whether he has not turn'd his colour, and has tears in's How cheerfully on the false trail they cry! O, she says nothing, sir, but weeps and weeps; Who,--raging with thy tears and they with them,-- Dry up your tears, and stick your rosemary Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears All this is comfort; wherefore weep I, then? With tears augmenting the fresh morning's dew, Your eyes drop millstones when fools' eyes fall tears: