A Selection from the Lyrical Poems of Robert Herrick

116. TO HIS MISTRESS, OBJECTING TO HIM NEITHER TOYING OR TALKING

     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.
     Shall 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.