Song, A. To One Who Said, She Did Not Believe Her Gallant's Love

I.

True Love, sure, needs no kind of Aid,
From Vows, Tears, Oaths, to make it good;
Love but in Silence best is made,
And by it, better understood;

II.

Like Hypocrites, so those of Love,
Are by Eye, Lip-Devotion known;
Less their True Faith, and Worship prove,
As more Appearance of 'em's shown;

III.

Since True Love, like True Piety,
Does still all Ostentation shun;
By Silence, and by Secrecy,
It makes itself more truly known;

IV.

Then I have more True Love for you,
The less that it is by you spy'd;
True Love, like True Faith, more we show,
As our Devotion more we hide.
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