Sonnet 53

BEcause I breathe not loue to euery one,
Nor doe not vse sette Colours for to weare:
Nor nourish speciall locks with vowed haire,
Nor giue each speech a full point of a grone,
The Courtly Nymphes acquainted with the mone
Of them, which in their lips Loues Standard beare:
What he, (say they of me) no I dare sweare,
He cannot loue: no, no, let him alone.
And thinke so still, so Stella know my minde.
Protest indeede, I know not Cupids dart:
But how faire Maides, at length this true shall find,
That his right badge, is learned in the hart.
Dumbe Swans, not chattering Pyes doe Louers proue,
They loue indeede, who dare not say they loue.