My Love Is Strengthened, Though More Weak In Seeming
My
love
is
strengthened,
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
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
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.
