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 bless'd out of measure.