- 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 sharpened in his former might:
- So, love, be thou, although to-day thou fill
- 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
- Come daily to the banks, that when they see
- Return of love, more blest may be the view;
- Or call it winter, which being full of care,
- Makes summer’s welcome, thrice more wished, more rare.