Act I, Scene 102

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• Shakespeare. My 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 1420
  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, 1425
  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.