To His Mistress, Objecting to Him Neither Toying nor Talking. Robert Herrick (1591-1674)
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, is when I 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 of love, and that depth bottomless.
Now, since my love is tongue less, know me such,
Who speak but little, 'cause I love so much.
