Oyonale - 3D art and graphic experiments
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For me to joy and weep their gain and loss: Why, let the strucken deer go weep, I cannot choose but ever weep the friend. And wet his grave with my repentant tears,-- Madam, my mother, I do cry you mercy; So dear I lov'd the man that I must weep. With tears augmenting the fresh morning's dew, If he were dead, you'ld weep for him: if you would not, it Edward and York. Then haply will she weep: O, she says nothing, sir, but weeps and weeps; Thou wrong'st it more than tears with that report. Ah, who shall hinder me to wail and weep, That, sweepstake, you will draw both friend and foe, The liquid drops of tears that you have shed How now! a conduit, girl? what, still in tears? Fill'd it with cursing cries and deep exclaims. Without dieting or exercise! Retorts it: Romeo he cries aloud, They shall be praying nuns, not weeping queens; To overgo thy woes and drown thy cries? And cry "O Clarence, my unhappy son!" For me to joy and weep their gain and loss: Thy beauty hath, and made them blind with weeping. Weeping and wailing over Tybalt's corse: This quarry cries on havoc.--O proud death,