"If you go over desert and mountain, Far into the country of Sorrow, To-day and to-night and to-morrow, And maybe for months and for years; You shall come with a heart that is bursting For trouble and toiling and thirsting, You shall certainly come to the fountain At length,—to the Fountain of Tears."

"Peter deny'd His Lord and cry'd."

"O dear, dear Jeanie Morrison, The thochts o' bygane years Still fling their shadows ower my path, And blind my een wi' tears."

"Without the meed of some melodious tear."

"Tell me, ye wingèd winds That round my pathway roar, Know ye not some spot Where mortals weep no more?"

"All kin' o' smily round the lips An' teary roun' the lashes."

"E'en like the passage of an angel's tear That falls through the clear ether silently."

"On parent knees, a naked new-born child Weeping thou sat'st while all around thee smiled; So live, that sinking in thy last long sleep Calm thou may'st smile, while all around thee weep."

"If the man who turnips cries, Cry not when his father dies, 'Tis a proof that he had rather Have a turnip than his father."

"Hinc illæ lacrymæ."

"Si vis me flere, dolendum est Primum ipsi tibi."

"Oh! would I were dead now, Or up in my bed now, To cover my head now And have a good cry!"

"My tears must stop, for every drop Hinders needle and thread."

"Accept these grateful tears! for thee they flow, For thee, that ever felt another's woe!"

"Never a tear bedims the eye That time and patience will not dry."

"And weep the more, because I weep in vain."

"Ope the sacred source of sympathetic tears."

"The tear forgot as soon as shed, The sunshine of the breast."

"Weep no more, nor sigh, nor groan, Sorrow calls no time that's gone: Violets plucked the sweetest rain Makes not fresh nor grow again."

"What precious drops are those, Which silently each other's track pursue, Bright as young diamonds in their infant dew?"

"No radiant pearl, which crested Fortune wears, No gem that twinkling hangs from Beauty's ears, Not the bright stars which Night's blue arch adorn, Nor rising suns that gild the vernal morn, Shine with such lustre as the tear that flows Down Virtue's manly cheek for others' woes."

"And the tear that is wiped with a little address, May be follow'd perhaps by a smile."

"Words that weep and tears that speak."

"Nihil enim lacryma citius arescit."

"We look through gloom and storm-drift Beyond the years: The soul would have no rainbow Had the eyes no tears."

"For Beauty's tears are lovelier than her smile."

"A stoic of the woods,—a man without a tear."

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

"What gem hath dropp'd, and sparkles o'er his chain? The tear most sacred, shed for other's pain, That starts at once—bright pure—from Pity's mine, Already polish'd by the hand divine!"

"Oh! too convincing—dangerously dear— In woman's eye the unanswerable tear! That weapon of her weakness she can wield, To save, subdue—at once her spear and shield."

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

"Thank God for grace, Ye who weep only! If, as some have done, Ye grope tear-blinded in a desert place And touch but tombs,—look up! Those tears will run Soon in long rivers down the lifted face, And leave the vision clear for stars and sun."

"And friends, dear friends,—when it shall be That this low breath is gone from me, And round my bier ye come to weep, Let One, most loving of you all, Say, "Not a tear must o'er her fall; He giveth His beloved sleep.""

"Filius istarum lacrymarum."

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

"Fons lacrymarum."

"Lorenzo! hast thou ever weigh'd a sigh? Or studied the philosophy of tears?— * * * * * Hast thou descended deep into the breast, And seen their source? If not, descend with me, And trace these briny riv'lets to their springs."

"I have been told tears are the body's weapon against pain. Having never wept, I hope yours to be happy."

"Once again, I experienced that overwhelming joy in the universe that I had felt in London outside the V and A. But this time, my consciousness of the world seemed larger, more complex. It was the mystic's sensation of oneness, of everything blending into everything else. Everything I looked at reminded me of something else, which also became present to my consciousness, as if I were simultaneously seeing a million worlds and smelling a million scents and hearing a million sounds-- not mixed up, but each separate and clear. I was overwhelmed with a sense of my smallness in the face of this vast, beautiful, objective universe, this universe whose chief miracle is that it exists, as well as myself. It is no dream, but a great garden in which life is trying to obtain a foothold. I experienced a desire to burst into tears of gratitude; then I controlled it, and the feeling subsided into a calm sense of immense, infinite beauty."

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

"I try to laugh about it Cover it all up with lies I try and laugh about it Hiding the tears in my eyes Because boys don't cry Boys don't cry"

"Life could not be lived wet, whether it be in rain or tears."

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

"Why, man, if the river were dry, I am able to fill it with my tears: if the wind were down, I could drive the boat with my sighs."

"Eye-offending brine."

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

"If the boy have not a woman's gift To rain a shower of commanded tears, An onion will do well for such a shift."