And this we know, that chiding streams betray small depth below

From Robert Herrick‘s Hesperides (number 38, text from the 2013 edition of The Complete Poetry by Tom Cain and Ruth Connolly):

TO HIS MISTRESS OBJECTING TO HIM NEITHER TOYING OR TALKING
You say I love not, ’cause I do not play
Still with your curles, and kisse the time away.
You blame me too, because I cann’t devise
Some sport, to please those Babies in your eyes:
By Loves Religion, I must here confesse it,
The most I love, when I the least expresse it.
Small griefs find tongues: Full Casques are ever found
To give (if any, yet) but little sound.
Deep waters noyse-lesse are; And this we know,
That chiding streams betray small depth below.
So when Love speechlesse is, she doth expresse
A depth in love, and that depth, bottomlesse.
Now since my love is tongue-lesse, know me such,
Who speak but little ’cause I love so much.

And for a change of pace, number 5 of the collection

Another [to his booke]
Who with thy leaves shall wipe (at need)
The place, where swelling Piles do breed:
May every Ill, that bites, or smarts,
Perplexe him in his hinder-parts.

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