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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I cannot choose but ever weep the friend. | Your eyes drop millstones when fools' eyes fall tears: |
Back, foolish tears, back to your native spring; Come weep with me; past hope, past cure, past help! How now! a conduit, girl? what, still in tears? Those eyes of thine from mine have drawn salt tears, Wash they his wounds with tears: mine shall be spent, Cry "God save Richard, England's royal king!" Immoderately she weeps for Tybalt's death, That reigns in galled eyes of weeping souls,-- Wash they his wounds with tears: mine shall be spent, May sweep to my revenge. Those eyes of thine from mine have drawn salt tears, Nightly shall be to strew thy grave and weep. Our tears are not yet brew'd. And that dear saint which then I weeping follow'd; Madam, my mother, I do cry you mercy; Ah, who shall hinder me to wail and weep,