{"id":"01KG6S5MQZEQ0YAX4M25ACBVV8","cid":"bafkreicrdxiz5nclcojhvadihoa3vafdoypk54l5umsrollgu6ulmmvdfu","type":"section","properties":{"description":"# Section 102\n\n## Overview\nSection 102 is a segment of text extracted from a larger document. It is part of the \"SONNERS\" chapter and was extracted from the file `pdf-01KG6Q7Q25RHMFT3SJXPV18VFF.txt` on January 30, 2026.\n\n## Context\nThis section is located within the chapter titled \"[SONNERS](arke:01KG6S4D9EKTFTRX4K37SBJKRD)\". The chapter itself is part of a larger collection, \"[PDF Workflow Main Test 2026-01-30T00:26:53](arke:01KG6NWQ2H2K4PGG7H4ZHYCZ3Y)\". This section follows \"[Section 101](arke:01KG6S5MQVNFC47ZSW5JPNTV7W)\" and precedes \"[Section 103](arke:01KG6S5MQZ1566DQE7CGVEBASE)\".\n\n## Contents\nSection 102 contains a poem that reflects on the nature of love and its expression. The poem suggests that true love is not diminished by a lack of outward display or by commercialization. It draws a parallel to the songbird Philomela, who sings less in the height of summer not because the season is less pleasant, but because the abundance of other sounds can drown out her song. The speaker concludes by stating that, like Philomela, they sometimes hold their tongue to avoid overwhelming the listener with their song.","description_generated_at":"2026-01-30T06:26:26.529Z","description_model":"gemini-2.5-flash-lite","description_title":"Section 102","end_line":12140,"extracted_at":"2026-01-30T06:24:08.806Z","extracted_by":"structure-extraction-lambda","label":"102","source_file":"01KG6S2X2EBB305ENM00G16GWA","start_line":12124,"text":"MY loue is strengthned though more weake in fee-\nI loue not lesse, though lesse the fhow appeare, (ming\nThat loue is marchandiz'd, whose ritch esteeming,\nThe owners tongue doth publish euery where.\nOur loue was new, and then but in the spring,\nWhen I was wont to greet it with my laies,\nAs Philamell in summers front doth singe,\nAnd stop his pipe in growth of riper daies:\nNot that the summer is lesse pleasant now\nThen when her mournefull himns did hush the night,\nBut that wild musick burthens euery bow,\nAnd sweet a growne common loose their deare delight.\nTherefore like her, I some-time hold my tongue:\nBecause I would not dull you with my songe.\n\n103\n","title":"102"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KG6S4D9EKTFTRX4K37SBJKRD","peer_type":"chapter","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KG6S2X2EBB305ENM00G16GWA","peer_type":"file","predicate":"extractedFrom"},{"peer":"01KG6NWQ2H2K4PGG7H4ZHYCZ3Y","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KG6S5MQVNFC47ZSW5JPNTV7W","peer_type":"section","predicate":"prev"},{"peer":"01KG6S5MQZ1566DQE7CGVEBASE","peer_type":"section","predicate":"next"}],"ver":3,"created_at":"2026-01-30T06:24:12.031Z","ts":"2026-01-30T06:26:26.695Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF5C36SQEVDHC9CBNZZJH9K"}}