You would do well to imitate the earth.
Phil. I am content to imitate the earth—
I am content to sit and gaze at you,
Tranced in a lazy glow of happiness;
But if you speak and wake me from that trance,
Wake me, dear Zeolide, with warmer words.
“I love you!” Why I know you love me well!
Say nothing, Zeolide, and I’m content.
If you say any thing, say more than that!
Zeo. What words could I employ which, tested in