A pretty while these pretty creatures stand, (1234)
Like ivory conduits coral cisterns filling: (1235)
One justly weeps; the other takes in hand (1236)
No cause, but company, of her drops spilling: (1237)
Their gentle sex to weep are often willing;
Grieving themselves to guess at others' smarts, (1239)
And then they drown their eyes or break their hearts.