Hath lost his tongue; and with it, left his heart!
He swears he loves! (the heat doth prove the fire!)
He weeps his Love, his tears shew his Affection.
He writes his Love, his lines plead his Desire.
He sings his Love, the ditty mourns the action.
He sings, writes, weeps, and swears that he's in sadness!
It is believed, Not cured, Love turns to madness!
Love once dissembled, oaths are a grace most slender!
Tears oft are heard, Ambassadors for Beauty!