Sweet love, renew thy force! Be it not said br Thy edge should blunter be than appetite, br Which but today by feeding is allayed, br Tomorrow sharpened in his former might. br So, love, be thou, although today thou fill br Thy hungry eyes, even till they wink with fulness, br Tomorrow see again, and do not kill br The spirit of love with a perpetual dullness. br Let this sad interim like the ocean be br Which parts the shore where two contracted new br Come daily to the banks, that, when they see br Return of love, more blest may be the view; br As call it winter, which being full of care br Makes summer's welcome thrice more wished, more rare.