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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Pour all your tears! I am your sorrow's nurse, Maintains such falsehood, then turn tears to fires; Here is a friar, that trembles, sighs, and weeps: We cannot without circumstance descry. Swits and spurs, swits and spurs; or I'll cry a match. And damn'd be him that first cries, "Hold, enough!"
Thy beauty hath, and made them blind with weeping. And twenty times made pause, to sob and weep, Like Niobe, all tears;--why she, even she,-- Look, whether he has not turn'd his colour, and has tears in's The liquid drops of tears that you have shed I for an Edward weep, so do not they:-- Such hideous cries that, with the very noise, The liquid drops of tears that you have shed - I for a Clarence weep, so doth not she:
How cheerfully on the false trail they cry! The cry is still, "They come:" our castle's strength Who,--raging with thy tears and they with them,-- And wet his grave with my repentant tears,-- With tears augmenting the fresh morning's dew, That he should weep for her? What would he do, Cry to be heard, as 'twere from heaven to earth, Who,--raging with thy tears and they with them,--