My love is strengthen'd, though more weak in seeming...
Sonnet 102My love is strengthen'd, though more weak in seeming;
I love not less, though less the show appear: That love is merchandized whose rich esteeming The owner's tongue doth publish every where. 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 her 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 burthens every bough 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. Listen to the recording!Free sample available for this sonnet! Click HERE
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Although I talk less about it now, my love is stronger than before. It might seem diminished, but those who publicize their love all over the place actually feel less. When I wrote you lots of stuff, we’d only just started going out, like the nightingale who sings a lot at the start of summer but is quieter later. Not that the summer of your love is less pleasant now than back when I used to write, but now there are lots of other people writing to you like noisy chirping birds, and I don’t want my song to be lost in the crowd. I don’t write so as not to bore you.