Indifference excused.

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 't will steal;
And he that most will hide his flame
Doe's in that care his pains reveal,
Silence it selfe can love proclam:

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 VVomen hate:

But careless live, and without Art,
Knowing my love you must have spi'de,
And thinking it a foolish part,
To strive to shew what none can hide.