Waste not fresh tears over old griefs.

Waste not fresh tears over old griefs.

She was a good deal shock'd; not shock'd at tears,
For women shed and use them at their liking;
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She was a good deal shock'd; not shock'd at tears,
For women shed and use them at their liking;
But there is something when man's eye appears
Wet, still more disagreeable and striking.

Tearless grief bleeds inwardly.

Tearless grief bleeds inwardly.

There is a tear for all who die,
A mourner o'er the humblest grave.
- Lord read more

There is a tear for all who die,
A mourner o'er the humblest grave.
- Lord Byron (George Gordon Noel Byron),

It is such a secret place, the land of tears.

It is such a secret place, the land of tears.

Words that weep, and tears that speak.

Words that weep, and tears that speak.

The tears fall, they're so easy to wipe off onto my sleeve, but how do I erase the stain from read more

The tears fall, they're so easy to wipe off onto my sleeve, but how do I erase the stain from my heart?

What precious drops are those,
Which silently each other's track pursue,
Bright as young diamonds in their read more

What precious drops are those,
Which silently each other's track pursue,
Bright as young diamonds in their faint dew?

Fountains of tears.
[Lat., Fons lacrymarum.]

Fountains of tears.
[Lat., Fons lacrymarum.]