Ope the sacred source of sympathetic tears.

Ope the sacred source of sympathetic tears.

Weep no more, nor sigh, nor groan,
Sorrow calls no time that's gone:
Violets plucked the sweetest read more

Weep no more, nor sigh, nor groan,
Sorrow calls no time that's gone:
Violets plucked the sweetest rain
Makes not fresh nor grow again.

So bright the tear in Beauty's eye,
Love half regrets to kiss it dry.

So bright the tear in Beauty's eye,
Love half regrets to kiss it dry.

Tears are words that are too deep to be spoken...

Tears are words that are too deep to be spoken...

A child of those tears.
[Lat., Filius istarum lacrymarum.]

A child of those tears.
[Lat., Filius istarum lacrymarum.]

And weep the more, because I weep in vain.

And weep the more, because I weep in vain.

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

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

Perhaps our eyes need to be washed by our tears once in a while, so that we can see Life read more

Perhaps our eyes need to be washed by our tears once in a while, so that we can see Life with a clearer view again.

If you wish me to weep, you must first show grief yourself.

If you wish me to weep, you must first show grief yourself.