Q 56

Sweet love renew thy force, be it not said
Thy edge should blunter be than appetite,
Which but today by feeding is allay'd,
Tomorrow sharpen'd in his former might.

So love be thou, although today thou fill
Thy hungry eyes, even till they wink with fulness,
Tomorrow see again, and do not kill
The spirit of Love, with a perpetual dullness:
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.

As call it Winter, which being full of care,
Makes Summer's welcome, thrice more wish'd, more rare.
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