|  | Robert Herrick 
 
 | TEARS ARE TONGUES.
 
 
 WHEN Julia chid I stood as mute the while
 As is the fish or tongueless crocodile.
 Air coin’d to words my Julia could not hear,
 But she could see each eye to stamp a tear ;
 By which mine angry mistress might descry
 Tears are the noble language of the eye.
 And when true love of words is destitute
 The eyes by tears speak, while the tongue is mute.
 
 
 |  |  Democritus in Meditation. Salvator Rosa, c.1650.
 
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 Source:
 Herrick, Robert. Works of Robert Herrick. vol I.
 Alfred Pollard, ed.
 London, Lawrence & Bullen, 1891. 70.
 
 
 
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