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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O, she says nothing, sir, but weeps and weeps; Do ebb and flow with tears; the bark thy body is, Here is a friar, that trembles, sighs, and weeps: And make poor England weep in streams of blood! For I myself have many tears to wash That tears shall drown the wind.--I have no spur Nor tears nor prayers shall purchase out abuses, | Fill'd it with cursing cries and deep exclaims. |
For me to joy and weep their gain and loss: Wash they his wounds with tears: mine shall be spent, Bid Gloster think of this, and he will weep. Then weep no more. I'll send to one in Mantua,-- New widows howl; new orphans cry; new sorrows Fill'd it with cursing cries and deep exclaims. For Venus smiles not in a house of tears. Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears So dear I lov'd the man that I must weep.