Oyonale - 3D art and graphic experiments
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Swits and spurs, swits and spurs; or I'll cry a match. Which you weep for. I heard a voice cry, "Sleep no more! Ah, who shall hinder me to wail and weep, We cannot without circumstance descry. There on the ground, with his own tears made drunk. To stop the inundation of her tears; I cry you mercy: It weeps, it bleeds; and each new day a gash May send forth plenteous tears to drown the world! We cannot without circumstance descry. Back, foolish tears, back to your native spring; The people in the street cry Romeo, And make poor England weep in streams of blood! There on the ground, with his own tears made drunk. Dry up your tears, and stick your rosemary Will want true colour; tears perchance for blood. All this is comfort; wherefore weep I, then? Cry mercy, lords and watchful gentlemen,