Grief brims itself and flows away in tears.
Tears are at times as eloquent as words. [Weeping hath a voice.]
There is a certain pleasure in weeping; grief finds in tears both a satisfaction and a cure.
It is some relief to weep; grief is satisfied and carried off by tears.
Truly it is allowed us to weep: by weeping we disperse our wrath; and tears go through the heart, even like a stream. [Lat., Flere licet certe: flendo diffundimus iram: Perque sinum lacrimae, fluminis instar enim.]
We beg one hour of death, that neither she With widow's tears may live to bury me, Nor weeping I, with wither'd arms, may bear My breathless Baucis to the sepulchre.
Tears at times have the weight of speech.