An Assurance

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 lose 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 blessed out of measure.