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