Oyonale - 3D art and graphic experiments
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Such hideous cries that, with the very noise, And wet his grave with my repentant tears,-- Poor soul, thy face is much abus'd with tears. That I have? He would drown the stage with tears And make poor England weep in streams of blood! I heard a voice cry, "Sleep no more! And bid her wipe her weeping eyes withal. And make poor England weep in streams of blood! - Your eyes drop millstones when fools' eyes fall tears:
And wet his grave with my repentant tears,-- May send forth plenteous tears to drown the world! Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears Wherefore was that cry? The people in the street cry Romeo, This quarry cries on havoc.--O proud death, Dry up your tears, and stick your rosemary Well, girl, thou weep'st not so much for his death For Venus smiles not in a house of tears. With open outcry, toward our monument. - Cry mercy, lords and watchful gentlemen,
Here is a friar, that trembles, sighs, and weeps: It is the cry of women, my good lord. I would these dewy tears were from the ground. We cannot without circumstance descry.