The lowest
trees have tops, the ant her gall, The
fly her spleen, the little spark his heat, And
slender hairs cast shadows though but small, And
bees have stings although they be not great. Seas
have their source, And so have shallow
springs. And love is love in beggars and
in kings. | Where
waters smoothest run, deep are the fords. The
dial stirs, yet none perceives it move. The
firmest faith is in the fewest words. The
turtles cannot sing, and yet they love. True
hearts have eyes and ears, No tongues
to speak: They hear, and see, and sigh,
And then they break. |