The lowest trees have tops, the ant her gall,
The fly her spleen, the little sparks their heat:
The slender hairs cast shadows, though but small,
And bees have stings, although they be not great:
Seas have there source, and so have shallow springs:
And love is love, in beggars, as in kings.

Where rivers smoothest run, deep 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 sigh, and then they break.