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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Back, foolish tears, back to your native spring; To overgo thy woes and drown thy cries? Thy beauty hath, and made them blind with weeping. Poor soul, thy face is much abus'd with tears. Dry up your tears, and stick your rosemary I heard a voice cry, "Sleep no more! To cry, "Hold, hold!" Thy beauty hath, and made them blind with weeping. We cannot without circumstance descry. Nor tears nor prayers shall purchase out abuses, Weeping and wailing over Tybalt's corse: That, sweepstake, you will draw both friend and foe, Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears
O heat, dry up my brains! tears seven times salt, Do ebb and flow with tears; the bark thy body is, Like Niobe, all tears;--why she, even she,-- Nor tears nor prayers shall purchase out abuses, And twenty times made pause, to sob and weep, And damn'd be him that first cries, "Hold, enough!" With curses in her mouth, tears in her eyes, She for an Edward weeps, and so do I: That reigns in galled eyes of weeping souls,--