To His Mistress Objecting To Him Neither Toying Nor 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.
 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 speak but little, 'cause I love so much.

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