116. To His Mistress, Objecting to Him Neither Toying or Talking
You say I love not, ’cause I do not playStill with your curls, and kiss the time away.You blame me, too, because I can’t deviseSome 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 foundTo 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 expressA 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.