Tears (n.) are not unmanly; it is womanish not to be able to hide them from everyone.
Tears (n.) are owed to the tragic hero — who could not weep with Agamemnon? — but who would presume to weep for Abraham?
Tears (n.) are great to deserve from those worthy to shed them; the waste-water of blubberers is a degradation of the holy.
Tears (n.) are a dreadful argumentum ad hominem; some are moved by nothing yet are touched by tears.
Tears (n.) can make a covenant with God, unseen and unheard except by the one who sees in secret.
Tears (n.) carry the blessing of forgetfulness: weeping at his feet, she forgot herself and everything around her, quieted like a sick baby that cries itself out at its mother's breast.