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Sonnets Xiv

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MY love is strengthen'd, 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 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,
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Shaun Cronick 28 March 2020
Shakespeare not pulling any love punches. Wonderfully expressed.
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Dr Antony Theodore 06 March 2020
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: great poem. tony
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Brian Jani 26 April 2014
Awesome I like this poem, check mine out 
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