Oyonale - Créations 3D et expériences graphiques
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I would these dewy tears were from the ground. | choose but weep, to think they would lay him i' the cold ground. |
Evermore weeping for your cousin's death? Well, girl, thou weep'st not so much for his death Wash they his wounds with tears: mine shall be spent, Cry but 'Ah me!' pronounce but Love and dove; Those eyes of thine from mine have drawn salt tears, And damn'd be him that first cries, "Hold, enough!" Cry to be heard, as 'twere from heaven to earth, She for an Edward weeps, and so do I: Tears in his eyes, distraction in's aspect, That which cries, "Thus thou must do, if thou have it: I cry thee mercy then; for I did think I heard the owl scream and the crickets cry. To stop the inundation of her tears; The liquid drops of tears that you have shed Come weep with me; past hope, past cure, past help! Cries cuckold to my father; brands the harlot Our tears are not yet brew'd. Swits and spurs, swits and spurs; or I'll cry a match. With barefac'd power sweep him from my sight, Back, foolish tears, back to your native spring; So dear I lov'd the man that I must weep.