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

With sad unhelpful tears; and with dimm'd eyes
Look after him, and cannot do him good.

Tears

There is a tear for all who die,
A mourner o'er the humblest grave.

Tears

I cannot weep; for all my body's moisture
Scarce serves to quench my furnace-burning heart.

Tears

For Beauty's tears are lovelier than her smile.

Tears