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