Tears (n.) have their follies too: those who set themselves to lament should be rebuked at once.
Tears (n.) fall, no matter how we try to check them, and by being shed they ease the soul.
Tears (n.) of memory carry a certain sweet sadness: the first tears are forced from us by Nature, but these we allow, the eyes loosened as it were with joy.
Tears (n.) whether restrained or outpoured are never so disgraceful as when feigned.
Tears (n.) of the wise come in two kinds: the sobs a funeral forces out of them as a mark of humanity, and the chosen tears of remembering a friend's kindness, mixed with joy.
Tears (n.) should be allowed to flow and then to stop, and spent sparingly, since what is needed so often must be husbanded with care.