782 TEARS
Peter deny'd
His Lord and cry'd.
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.
Interdum lacrymae pondera vocis habent.
Tears are sometimes as weighty as words.
Ovid—Epistolce Ex Ponto. III. 1. 158.
Flere licet certe: flendo diffundimus iram:
Perque sinum lacrimae, fluminis instar enim.
Truly it is allowed us to weep: by weeping
we disperse our wrath; and tears go through
the heart, even like a stream.
Ovid—Heroides. 8. 61.
Est quaedam flere voluptas;
Expletur lacrymis egeriturque dolor.
It is some relief to weep; grief is satisfied
and carried off by tears.
Ovid—Tristium. IV. 3. 37.
Behold who ever wept, and in his tears
Was happier far than others in their smiles.
Petrarch—The Triumph of Eternity! L. 95.
(Charlemont.)
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| text = Sweet drop of pure and pearly fight;
In thee the rays of Virtue shine;
More calmly clear, more mildly bright,
Than any gem that gilds the mine.
Samuel Rogers—On a Tear.
But woe awaits a country, when
She sees the tears of bearded men.
Scott—Marmion. Canto V. St. 16.
The tear, down childhood's cheek that flows,
Is like the dewdrop on the rose;
When next the summer breeze comes by
And waves the bush, the flower is dry.
Scott—Rokeby. Canto IV. St. 11.
Tis the best brine a maiden can season her praise in.
The tears live in an onion that should water
this sorrow.
Antony and Cleopatra. Act I. Sc. 2. L. 176.
The big round tears
Coursed one another down his innocent nose
In piteous chase.
As You Like It. Act II. Sc. 1. L. 38.
TEARS
I had not so much of man in me,
And all my mother came into my eyes,
And gave me up to tears.
With sad unhelpful tears; and with dimm'd eyes
Look after him, and cannot do him good.
Henry VI. Pt. II. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 218.
I cannot weep; for all my body's moisture
Scarce serves to quench my furnace-burning
Henry VI. Pt. III. Act II. Sc. 1. L. 79.
See, see what showers arise,
Blown with the windy tempest of my heart.
Henry VI. Pt. III. Act II. Sc. 5. L. 85.
What I should say
My tears gainsay; for every word I speak,
Ye see, I drink the water of mine eyes.
Henry VI. Pt. III. Act V. Sc. 4. L. 73.
I am about to weep; but, thinking that
We are a queen, or long have dream'd so, certain
The daughter of a king, my drops of tears
I'll turn to sparks of fire.
Henry VIII. Act II. Sc. 4. L. 70.
I did not think to shed a tear
In all my miseries; but thou hast forc'd me,
Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman.
Henry VIII. Act ILL Sc. 2. L. 428.
He has strangled
His language in his tears.
Henry VIII. Act V. Sc. 1.
L. 157.
If you have tears, prepare to shed them now.
Julius Caesar. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 173.
No, I'll not weep:
I have full cause of weeping; but this heart
Shall break into a hundred thousand flaws
Or ere I'll weep.
King Lear. Act II. Sc. 4. L. 286.
There she shook
The holy water from her heavenly eyes,
And clamour moisten'd.
King Lear. Act rV. Sc. 3. L. 31.
When we are born we cry that we are come
To this great stage of fools.
King Lear. Act IV Sc. 6. L. 186. Marston,
in his observations on King Lear, quotes this
from Dryden's trans, of Lucretius. See
Drake—Memorials of Shakespeare. 336.
That instant shut
My woeful self up in a mourning house,
Raining the tears of lamentation.
Love's Labour's Lost. Act V. Sc. 2. L. 817.
My plenteous joys,
Wanton in fullness, seek to hide themselves
In drops of sorrow.
Macbeth. Act I. Sc. 4. L. 33.
