Sonnet 56

1 Sweet love renew thy force, be it not said
2 Thy edge should blunter be than appetite,
3 Which but to-day by feeding is allayed,
4 To-morrow sharpened in his former might.
5 So love be thou, although to-day thou fill
6 Thy hungry eyes, even till they wink with fulness,
7 To-morrow see again, and do not kill
8 The spirit of love, with a perpetual dulness:
9 Let this sad interim like the ocean be
10 Which parts the shore, where two contracted new,
11 Come daily to the banks, that when they see:
12 Return 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.