’Tis Not Your Saying That You Love

‘Tis not your saying that you love,
Can ease me of my Smart;
Your Actions must your Words approve,
Or else you break my Heart.

In vain you bid my Passion cease,
And ease my troubled Breast;
Your Love alone must give me Peace,
Restore my wonted Rest.

But, if I fail your Heart to move,
And ‘tis not yours to give;
I cannot, wonnot cease to love,
But I will cease to live.