The lowest trees have tops

The lowest trees have tops, the ant her gall
The fly her spleen, the little spark his heat
And 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 and in kings

Where waters smoothest run, deep are the fords
The dial stirs, yet none perceives it move:
The firmest faith is in the fewest words
Thе turtles cannot sing, and yet they lovе
True hearts have eyes and ears no tongues to speak:
They hear, and see, and sigh, and then they break