Oyonale - 3D art and graphic experiments
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And wet his grave with my repentant tears,-- These eyes, which never shed remorseful tear, O, spare my guiltless wife and my poor children!-- So full of artless jealousy is guilt, That laid their guilt upon my guiltless shoulders. These eyes, which never shed remorseful tear, Lays blame upon his promise. Please't your highness Make mad the guilty, and appal the free; The youth you breathe of guilty, be assur'd For in that sin he is as deep as I. His spongy officers; who shall bear the guilt Stop up the access and passage to remorse, That laid their guilt upon my guiltless shoulders. That guilty creatures, sitting at a play, How that the guilty kindred of the queen Try what repentance can: what can it not? And wet his grave with my repentant tears,-- Repent what's past; avoid what is to come; Then bring me to their sights; I'll bear thy blame, Would I be guilty of so deep a sin. Thus from my lips, by thine my sin is purg'd.