html.skin-theme-clientpref-night @media(prefers-color-scheme:dark){html.skin-theme-clientpref-os }Love, when 'tis true, needs not the aid
Of Sighs nor Tears to make it known;
And to convince the Cruel'st Maid,
Lovers should use their Love alone:
Into their very Looks 'twill steal;
And he that most will hide his Flame,
Does in that Care his Pains reveal,
Silence it self can Love proclaim.
This, Aurelia, made me shun
The Paths that common Lovers tread,
Whose guilty passions are begun,
Not in their Hearts, but in their Head.
I cou'd not sigh, and with cross'd Arms
Lament your Rigour and my Fate,
Nor tax your Beauty with such Charms
As Men Adore, and Women Hate:
But Careless Live, and without Art,
Knowing my Love you must have sp'ide,
And thinking it a foolish part,
To strive to shew what none can hide.