You say I love not, 'cause I do not play <br />Still with your curls, and kiss the time away. <br />You blame me, too, because I can't devise <br />Some sport, to please those babies in your eyes; - <br />By Love's religion, I must here confess it, <br />The most I love, when I the least express it. <br />Small griefs find tongues; full casks are ever found <br />To give, if any, yet but little sound. <br />Deep waters noisless are; and this we know, <br />That chiding streams betray small depth below. <br />So when love speechless is, she doth express <br />A depth in love, and that depth bottomless. <br />Now, since my love is tongueless, know me such, <br />Who speak but little, 'cause I love so much.<br /><br />Robert Herrick<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-his-mistress-objecting-to-him-neither-toying/
