The lowest trees have tops, the ant her gall The fly her spleen, the little spark his heat; The slender hairs cast shadows, through 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, there deepest are the fords, The dial stirs, yet none perceives it move; The firmest faith is found in fewest words, The turtles cannot sing, and yet they love; True hearts have ears, and eyes, no tongues to speak; They hear, and see, and sign, and then they break
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