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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Nightly shall be to strew thy grave and weep. O, she says nothing, sir, but weeps and weeps; Ay, millstones; as he lesson'd us to weep. | I cannot choose but ever weep the friend. |
Here is a friar, that trembles, sighs, and weeps: They bear the mandate; they must sweep my way
All this is comfort; wherefore weep I, then? For Venus smiles not in a house of tears. The tears have got small victory by that; What, wilt thou wash him from his grave with tears? Poor soul, thy face is much abus'd with tears. Get a NextCard Visa in 30 seconds !!!! Those eyes of thine from mine have drawn salt tears, May send forth plenteous tears to drown the world! Such hideous cries that, with the very noise,
With barefac'd power sweep him from my sight, Poor soul, thy face is much abus'd with tears. So dear I lov'd the man that I must weep. All this is comfort; wherefore weep I, then? Fill'd it with cursing cries and deep exclaims. And twenty times made pause, to sob and weep, Evermore weeping for your cousin's death?