Sonnet 102: My Love Is Strengthened Though More Weak in Seeming
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My love is strengthened though more weak in seeming
I love not less, though less the show appear. That love is merchandised whose rich esteeming The owner's tongue doth publish everywhere. Our love was new, and then, but in the spring, When I was wont to greet it with my lays, As Philomel in summer's front doth sing And stops his pipe in growth of riper days: Not that the summer is less pleasant now Than when her mournful hymns did hush the night, But that wild music burdens every bow, And sweets grown common lose their dear delight – Therefore, like her, I sometime hold my tongue, Because I would not dull you with my song. |
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