text: 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 their 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 in the fewest words;
  The turtles cannot sing, and yet they love:
  True hearts have eyes and ears, no tongues to speak;
  They hear and see, and sigh, and then they break.