| SWEET love, renew thy force; be it not said | |
| Thy edge should blunter be than appetite, | |
| Which but to-day by feeding is allay’d, | |
| To-morrow sharpen’d in his former might: | |
| So, love, be thou; although to-day thou fill | 5 |
| Thy hungry eyes, even till they wink with fulness, | |
| To-morrow see again, and do not kill | |
| The spirit of love with a perpetual dulness. | |
| Let this sad interim like the ocean be | |
| Which parts the shore, where two contracted new | 10 |
| Come daily to the banks, that, when they see | |
| Return of love, more bless’d may be the view; | |
| Or call it winter, which, being full of care, | |
| Makes summer’s welcome thrice more wish’d, more rare. |