TEAR.
The rose is fairest when 't is budding new,
And hope is brightest when it dawns from fears.
The rose is sweetest washed with morning dew.
And love is loveliest when embalmed in tears.
Lady of the Lake, Canto IV. SIR W. SCOTT.
O father, what a hell of witchcraft lies
In the small orb of one particular tear!
A Lover's Complaint, Stanza XLII. SHAKESPEARE.
Sunshine and rain at once.
King Lear, Act iv. Sc. 3. SHAKESPEARE.
The drying up a single tear has more
Of honest fame, than shedding seas of gore.
Don Juan, Canto VIII. LORD BYRON.
And weep the more, because I weep in vain.
On the Death of Mr. West. T. GRAY.
Oh! would I were dead now.
Or up in my bed now,
To cover my head now
And have a good cry!
A Table of Errata. T. HOOD.
So bright the tear in Beauty's eye.
Love half regrets to kiss it dry.
Bride of Abydos. LORD BYRON.
I cannot speak, tears so obstruct my words,
And choke me with unutterable joy.
Caius Marius. T. OTWAY.
Sorrow preys upon
Its solitude and nothing more diverts it
From its sad visions of the other world
Than calling it at moments back to this.
The busy have no time for tears.
The Two Foscari, Act iv. LORD BYRON.