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Sonnet LVI
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| Sweet love, renew thy force; be it not said | 1
| Thy edge should blunter be than appetite, | 2
| Which but to-day by feeding is allay'd, | 3
| To-morrow sharpen'd in his former might: | 4
| So, love, be thou; although to-day thou fill | 5
| Thy hungry eyes even till they wink with fullness, | 6
| To-morrow see again, and do not kill | 7
| The spirit of love with a perpetual dullness. | 8
| Let this sad interim like the ocean be | 9
| Which parts the shore, where two contracted new | 10
| Come daily to the banks, that, when they see | 11
| Return of love, more blest may be the view; | 12
| Else call it winter, which being full of care | 13
| Makes summer's welcome thrice more wish'd, more rare. | 14
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