Fountains of tears.
ÆschylusAgamemnon. 861. Jeremiah. IX. 1. SophoclesAntigones. 803.
|We weep when we are born,|
Not when we die!
T. B. AldrichMetempsychosis. Phrase found in Les Paroles Remarquables, les Bon Mots et les Maximes Orientaux. Ed. by Galland. (1694).
|Dear Lord, though I be changed to senseless clay,|
And serve the Potter as he turn his wheel,
I thank Thee for the gracious gift of tears!
T. B. AldrichTwo Moods.
|Filius istarum lacrymarum.|
A child of those tears.
St. AugustineConfessions. Bk. III. 12. It cannot be, that a child of those tears (of mine) shall perish. Words of his mother when St. Augustine was influenced by the Manichean Heresy.
|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 oer her fall;
He giveth His beloved sleep.
E. B. BrowningThe Sleep. St. 9.
|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.
E. B. BrowningTears.
|So bright the tear in Beautys eye,|
Love half regrets to kiss it dry.
ByronBride of Abydos. Canto I. St. 8.
|Oh! too convincingdangerously dear|
In womans eye the unanswerable tear!
That weapon of her weakness she can wield,
To save, subdueat once her spear and shield.
ByronCorsair. Canto II. St. 15.
|What gem hath droppd, and sparkles oer his chain?|
The tear most sacred, shed for others pain,
That starts at oncebright purefrom Pitys mine,
Already polishd by the hand divine!
ByronCorsair. Canto II. St. 15.
|She was a good deal shockd; not shockd at tears,|
For women shed and use them at their liking;
But there is something when mans eye appears
Wet, still more disagreeable and striking.
ByronDon Juan. Canto V. St. 118.
|There is a tear for all who die,|
A mourner oer the humblest grave.
ByronElegiac Stanzas. On the Death of Sir Peter Parker, Bart.
|A stoic of the woods,a man without a tear.|
CampbellGertrude of Wyoming. Pt. I. St. 23.
|For Beautys tears are lovelier than her smile.|
CampbellPleasures of Hope. Pt. I. L. 180.
|We look through gloom and storm-drift|
Beyond the years:
The soul would have no rainbow
Had the eyes no tears.
John Vance CheneyTears.
|Nihil enim lacryma citius arescit.|
Nothing dries sooner than a tear.
CiceroAd Herrenium. II. 31. 50. De Inventione. I. 56. (Quoting Apollonius.)
|Words that weep and tears that speak.|
Abraham CowleyThe Prophet. St. 2.
|And the tear that is wiped with a little address,|
May be followd perhaps by a smile.
|No radiant pearl, which crested Fortune wears,|
No gem that twinkling hangs from Beautys ears,
Not the bright stars which Nights blue arch adorn,
Nor rising suns that gild the vernal morn,
Shine with such lustre as the tear that flows
Down Virtues manly cheek for others woes.
Erasmus DarwinThe Botanic Garden. Pt. II. Canto III. L. 459.
| What precious drops are those,|
Which silently each others track pursue,
Bright as young diamonds in their infant dew?
DrydenThe Conquest of Grenada. Pt. II. Act III. Sc. 1.
|Weep no more, nor sigh, nor groan,|
Sorrow calls no time thats gone:
Violets plucked the sweetest rain
Makes not fresh nor grow again.
John FletcherQueen of Corinth. Act IV. Sc. 1. Not in original folio. Said to be spurious.
|The tear forgot as soon as shed,|
The sunshine of the breast.
GrayEton College. St. 5.
|Ope the sacred source of sympathetic tears.|
GrayProgress of Poesy. III. 1. L. 12.
|And weep the more, because I weep in vain.|
GraySonnet. On the Death of Mr. West.
|Never a tear bedims the eye|
That time and patience will not dry.
Bret HarteLost Galleon.
|Accept these grateful tears! for thee they flow,|
For thee, that ever felt anothers woe!
HomerIliad. Bk. XIX. L. 319. Popes trans.
|My tears must stop, for every drop|
Hinders needle and thread.
HoodSong of the Shirt.
|Oh! would I were dead now,|
Or up in my bed now,
To cover my head now
And have a good cry!
HoodA Table of Errata.
| Si vis me flere, dolendum est|
Primum ipsi tibi.
If you wish me to weep, you yourself must first feel grief.
HoraceArs Poetica. V. 102.
|Hinc illæ lacrymæ.|
Hence these tears.
HoraceEpistles. I. 19. 41. TerenceAndria. I. 1. 99.
|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.
Samuel Johnson. Ridiculing Lope de Vegas lines, Se acquien los leones vence, etc.
|On parent knees, a naked new-born child|
Weeping thou satst while all around thee smiled;
So live, that sinking in thy last long sleep
Calm thou mayst smile, while all around thee weep.
Sir William Jones. Taken from Enchanted Fruit. Six Hymns to Hindu Deities. See sketch prefixed to his Poetical Works. (1847). Also in his Life. P. 110.
|Een like the passage of an angels tear|
That falls through the clear ether silently.
KeatsTo One Who Has Been Long in City Pent.
|All kin o smily round the lips|
An teary roun the lashes.
LowellBiglow Papers. Second Series. The Courtin. St. 21.
|Tell me, ye wingèd winds|
That round my pathway roar,
Know ye not some spot
Where mortals weep no more?
Charles MackayTell Me Ye Winged Winds. The Inquiry.
|Without the meed of some melodious tear.|
MiltonLycidas. L. 14.
|Thrice he assayd, and, thrice in spite of scorn,|
Tears, such as angels weep, burst forth.
MiltonParadise Lost. Bk. I. L. 619.
|The glorious Angel, who was keeping|
The gates of Light, beheld her weeping;
And, as he nearer drew and listend
To her sad song, a tear-drop glistend
Within his eyelids, like the spray
From Edens fountain, where it lies
On the blue flowr, whichBramins say
Blooms nowhere but in Paradise.
MooreLalla Rookh. Paradise and the Peri.
|O dear, dear Jeanie Morrison,|
The thochts o bygane years
Still fling their shadows ower my path,
And blind my een wi tears.
Wm. MotherwellJeanie Morrison.
His Lord and cryd.
New England Primer. (1777).
|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.
A. W. E. OShaughnessyThe Fountain of Tears.
|Interdum lacrymæ pondera vocis habent.|
Tears are sometimes as weighty as words.
OvidEpistolæ Ex Ponto. III. 1. 158.
|Flere licet certe: flendo diffundimus iram:|
Perque sinum lacrimæ, 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.
OvidHeroides. 8. 61.
| Est quædam flere voluptas;|
Expletur lacrymis egeriturque dolor.
It is some relief to weep; grief is satisfied and carried off by tears.
OvidTristium. IV. 3. 37.
|Behold who ever wept, and in his tears|
Was happier far than others in their smiles.
PetrarchThe Triumph of Eternity! L. 95. (Charlemont.)
|Sweet tears! the awful language, eloquent|
Of infinite affection; far too big
PollokCourse of Time. Bk. V. L. 633.
|Sweet drop of pure and pearly light;|
In thee the rays of Virtue shine;
More calmly clear, more mildly bright,
Than any gem that gilds the mine.
Samuel RogersOn a Tear.
|But woe awaits a country, when|
She sees the tears of bearded men.
ScottMarmion. Canto V. St. 16.
|The tear, down childhoods 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.
ScottRokeby. Canto IV. St. 11.
| Tis the best brine a maiden can season her praise in.|
Alls Well That Ends Well. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 55.
| 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.
|I had not so much of man in me,|
And all my mother came into my eyes,
And gave me up to tears.
Henry V. Act IV. Sc. 6. L. 30.
|With sad unhelpful tears; and with dimmd 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 bodys moisture|
Scarce serves to quench my furnace-burning heart.
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 dreamd so, certain
The daughter of a king, my drops of tears
Ill 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 forcd me,
Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman.
Henry VIII. Act III. 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 Cæsar. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 173.
| No, Ill not weep:|
I have full cause of weeping; but this heart
Shall break into a hundred thousand flaws
Or ere Ill weep.
King Lear. Act II. Sc. 4. L. 286.
| There she shook|
The holy water from her heavenly eyes,
And clamour moistend.
King Lear. Act IV. 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 Drydens trans. of Lucretius. See DrakeMemorials of Shakespeare. 336.
| That instant shut|
My woeful self up in a mourning house,
Raining the tears of lamentation.
Loves Labours 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.
| And he, a marble to her tears, is washed with them, but relents not.|
Measure for Measure. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 238.
| Did he break into tears?|
In great measure.
A kind overflow of kindness: there are no faces truer than those that are so washed.
Much Ado About Nothing. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 24.
|If that the earth could teem with womans tears,|
Each drop she falls would prove a crocodile.
Othello. Act IV. Sc. 1. L. 256.
| One, whose subdud eyes,|
Albeit unused to the melting mood,
Drop tears as fast as the Arabian trees
Their medicinal gum.
Othello. Act V. Sc. 2. L. 348.
|Those eyes of thine from mine have drawn salt tears,|
Shamd their aspect with store of childish drops.
Richard III. Act I. Sc. 2. L. 154.
|The liquid drops of tears that you have shed|
Shall come again, transformd to orient pearl,
Advantaging their loan with interest
Of ten times double gain of happiness.
Richard III. Act IV. Sc. 4. L. 321.
|If the boy have not a womans gift|
To rain a shower of commanded tears,
An onion will do well for such a shift.
Taming of the Shrew. Induction. Sc. 1. L. 124.
| Then fresh tears|
Stood on her cheeks, as doth the honey-dew
Upon a gatherd lily almost witherd.
Titus Andronicus. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 111.
Twelfth Night. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 30.
| 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.|
Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act II. Sc. 3. L. 57.
| I so lively acted with my tears|
That my poor mistress, moved therewithal,
Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act IV. Sc. 4. L. 174.
|The silver key of the fountain of tears.|
ShelleyTwo Fragments to Music.
|Heaven is not gone, but we are blind with tears,|
Groping our way along the downward slope of Years!
R. H. StoddardHymn to the Beautiful. L. 33.
|Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,|
Tears from the depths of some divine despair.
TennysonThe Princess. Canto IV. L. 21.
|Why wilt thou ever scare me with thy tears,|
And make me tremble lest a saying learnt,
In days far-off, on that dark earth, be true?
The gods themselves cannot recall their gifts.
TennysonTithonus. St. 5.
|Two aged men, that had been foes for life,|
Met by a grave, and weptand in those tears
They washed away the memory of their strife;
Then wept again the loss of all those years.
Frederick TennysonThe Golden City. Pt. I.
|The big round tears run down his dappled face;|
He groans in anguish.
ThomsonSeasons. Autumn. L. 454.
|The tears of the young who go their way, last a day;|
But the grief is long of the old who stay.
TrowbridgeA Home Idyll. 15.
| Sunt lacrymæ rerum et mentem mortalia tangunt.|
Tears are due to human misery, and human sufferings touch the mind.
VergilÆneid. I. 462.
|Tears are the silent language of grief.|
VoltaireA Philosophical Dictionary. Tears.
|When summoned hence to thine eternal sleep,|
Oh, mayst thou smile while all around thee weep.
Charles WesleyOn an Infant.
|Yet tears to human suffering are due;|
And mortal hopes defeated and oerthrown
Are mourned by man, and not by man alone.
|Lorenzo! hast thou ever weighd 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 rivlets to their springs.
YoungNight Thoughts. Night V. L. 516.