My Love

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 never 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 speaks but little, ‘cause I love so much.