Sonnet 56: Sweet love, renew thy force; be it not said

1Sweet love, renew thy force; be it not said

2Thy edge should blunter be than appetite,

3Which but to-day by feeding is allay'd,

4To-morrow sharpened in his former might:

5So, love, be thou, although to-day thou fill

6Thy hungry eyes, even till they wink with fulness,

7To-morrow see again, and do not kill

8The spirit of love, with a perpetual dulness.

9Let this sad interim like the ocean be

10Which parts the shore, where two contracted new

11Come daily to the banks, that when they see

12Return of love, more blest may be the view;

13 Or call it winter, which being full of care,

14 Makes summer's welcome, thrice more wished, more rare.