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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Lots of hits on your homepage? I heard a voice cry, "Sleep no more! Yet let me weep for such a feeling loss. Thou wrong'st it more than tears with that report. Thy tears are womanish; thy wild acts denote Why do you weep so oft, and beat your breast, Dry up your tears, and stick your rosemary Pour all your tears! I am your sorrow's nurse, All this is comfort; wherefore weep I, then? I for a Clarence weep, so doth not she: Fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide; The people in the street cry Romeo, Those eyes of thine from mine have drawn salt tears, There on the ground, with his own tears made drunk.