Tears

Then fresh tears
Stood on her cheeks, as doth the honey-dew
Upon a gather'd lily almost wither'd.

Tears

I so lively acted with my tears
That my poor mistress, moved therewithal,
Wept bitterly.

Tears

'Tis the best brine a maiden can season her praise in.

Tears

The big round tears run down his dappled face;
He groans in anguish.

Tears

The tears live in an onion that should water this sorrow.

Tears

Lorenzo! hast thou ever weigh'd a sigh?
Or studied the philosophy of tears?

Tears

The big round tears
Coursed one another down his innocent nose
In piteous chase.

Tears

We weep when we are born,
Not when we die!

Tears

I had not so much of man in me,
And all my mother came into my eyes,
And gave me up to tears.

Tears

So bright the tear in Beauty's eye,
Love half regrets to kiss it dry.

Tears