| The lowest trees have tops, the ant her gall
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| The fly her spleen, the little spark his heat;
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| The slender hairs cast shadows, through but small,
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| And bees have stings, although they be not great;
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| Seas have their source, and so have shallow springs;
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| And love is love, in beggars and in kings.
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| Where waters smoothest run, there deepest are the fords,
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| The dial stirs, yet none perceives it move;
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| The firmest faith is found in fewest words,
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| The turtles cannot sing, and yet they love;
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| True hearts have ears, and eyes, no tongues to speak;
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| They hear, and see, and sign, and then they break |