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