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