You say I love not, ‘cause I do not play
Still with your curls, and kiss the time away.
You blame me too, because I can’t devise
Some sport to please those babies in your eyes:
By love’s religion, I must here confess it,
The most I love when I the least express it.
Small griefs find tongues: full casks are ever found
To give (if any, yet) but little sound.
Deep waters noiseless are; and this we know,
That chiding streams betray small depth below.
So, when love speechless is, she doth express
A depth in love and that depth bottomless.
Now, since my love is tongueless, know me such
Who speak but little ‘cause I love so much.
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