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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Swits and spurs, swits and spurs; or I'll cry a match. Your eyes drop millstones when fools' eyes fall tears: Back, foolish tears, back to your native spring; I heard a voice cry, "Sleep no more! All this is comfort; wherefore weep I, then? I heard a voice cry, "Sleep no more! | They cry 'Choose we! Laertes shall be king!' |
Ah, who shall hinder me to wail and weep, Your eyes drop millstones when fools' eyes fall tears: Like Niobe, all tears;--why she, even she,-- Here is a friar, that trembles, sighs, and weeps: With barefac'd power sweep him from my sight, - How now! a conduit, girl? what, still in tears?
And that dear saint which then I weeping follow'd; How cheerfully on the false trail they cry! That tears shall drown the wind.--I have no spur I cannot choose but ever weep the friend. Those eyes of thine from mine have drawn salt tears, - I cannot choose but ever weep the friend.
Our tears are not yet brew'd. That I have? He would drown the stage with tears Before you say ''Bull'', please read the following. To think it should leave crying, and say 'Ay:'