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Poem by Robert Herrick


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.
Shall griefs find tongues; full casks are ever 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.



Robert Herrick


Robert Herrick's other poems:
  1. Upon Shark
  2. To Sir Clipsby Crew
  3. A Country Life: to His Brother, Mr Thomas Herrick
  4. Upon Julia's Ribbon
  5. His Last Request to Julia


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