Another of the Same (A Report Song in a Dream)
Say that I should say I love ye,
    Would you say 'tis but a saying?
But if Love in prayers move ye,
    Will ye not be moved with praying?

Think I think that Love should know ye,
    Will you think 'tis but a thinking?
But if Love the thought do show ye,
    Will ye loose your eyes with winking?

Write that I do write you blessed,
    Will you write 'tis but a writing?
But if Truth and Love confess it,
    Will ye doubt the true inditing?

No, I say, and think, and write it,
    Write, and think, and say your pleasure;
Love, and truth, and I indite it,
    You are blessèd out of measure.