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.
Small griefs find tongues; full casks are ever found
To give, if any, yet but little sound.
Deep waters noisless 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.
~ Robert Herrick