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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Poor soul, thy face is much abus'd with tears. May sweep to my revenge. Poor soul, thy face is much abus'd with tears. choose but weep, to think they would lay him i' the cold ground. Like Niobe, all tears;--why she, even she,-- Art thou a man? thy form cries out thou art; New widows howl; new orphans cry; new sorrows With curses in her mouth, tears in her eyes, Edward and York. Then haply will she weep: That tears shall drown the wind.--I have no spur I cry you mercy: Razor is strictly for successful, vigorous men who believe in living life to its extreme. My fate cries out, Cry mercy, lords and watchful gentlemen, May sweep to my revenge. That which cries, "Thus thou must do, if thou have it: Back, foolish tears, back to your native spring; Cry but 'Ah me!' pronounce but Love and dove; - Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears
Wherefore was that cry? Thy beauty hath, and made them blind with weeping.