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They that sow in tears shall reap in joy.—Bible, Psalm 126:5
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To these crocodile tears, they will add sobs, fiery sighs, and sorrowful countenance.—ROBERT BURTON, Anatomy of Melancholy
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The drying up a single tear has more
Of honest fame than shedding seas of gore.—BYRON, Don Juan
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Heaven knows we need never be ashamed of our tears, for they are rain upon the blinding dust of earth, overlying our hard hearts.—DICKENS, Great Expectations
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What precious drops are those
Which silently each other's track pursue,
Bright as young diamonds in their infant dew?—DRYDEN, The Conquest of Granada
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Waste not fresh tears over old griefs.—EURIPIDES, Alexander
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To see stand weeping by
A woman once embraced, will try
The tension of a man the most austere.—THOMAS HARDY, The Contretemps
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The big round tear stands trembling in her eye.—HOMER, Odyssey
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My tears must stop, for every drop Hinders needle and thread.—THOMAS HOOD, The Song of the Shirt
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Thrice he assay'd, and thrice, in spite of scorn,
Tears, such as angels weep, burst forth.—MILTON, Paradise Lost
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Give smiles to those who love you less,
But keep your tears for me.—THOMAS MOORE, When Midst the Gay I Meet
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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
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The big round tears
Coursed one another down his innocent nose
In piteous chase.—SHAKESPEARE, As You Like It
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What's Hecuba to him or he to Hecuba,
That he should weep for her?—SHAKESPEARE, Hamlet
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Like Niobe, all tears.—SHAKESPEARE, Hamlet
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To weep is to make less the depth of grief.—SHAKESPEARE, Henry VI
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If you have tears, prepare to shed them now.—SHAKESPEARE, Julius Caesar
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Let not women's weapons, water-drops,
Stain my man's cheeks.—SHAKESPEARE, King Lear
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How much better is it to weep at joy than to joy at weeping.—SHAKESPEARE, Much Ado About Nothing
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And if the boy have not a woman's gift
To rain a shower of commanded tears,
An onion will do well for such a shift.—SHAKESPEARE, The Taming of the Shrew
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O father! what a hell of witchcraft lies
In the small orb of one particular tear.—SHAKESPEARE, A Lover's Complaint
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I could lie down like a tired child,
And weep away the life of care
Which I have borne and yet must bear.—SHELLEY, Stanzas Written in Dejection
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Of all the languages of earth in which the human kind confer
The Master Speaker is the Tear: it is the Great Interpreter.—RIDGELY TORRENCE,
The House of a Hundred Lights
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I could not bear a mother's tears.—VERGIL, Aeneid