We praise the dramatic poet who possesses the art of drawing tears, a power which he has in common with the meanest onion.—Heinrich Heine.
Her tears her only eloquence.—Rogers.
Eye-offending brine.—Shakespeare.
The tears which flow, and the honors that are paid, when the founders of the republic die, give hope that the republic itself may be immortal.—Daniel Webster.
All my mother came into mine eyes, and gave me up to tears.—Shakespeare.
The tear that is wiped with a little address may be followed, perhaps, by a smile.—Cowper.
Virtue is the daughter of Religion. Her sole treasure is her tears.—Madame Swetchine.
Nothing dries sooner than a tear.—George Herbert.
My plenteous joys, wanton in fullness, seek to hide themselves in drops of sorrow.—Shakespeare.
Bright as young diamonds in their infant dew.—Dryden.