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Sonnet 56

by

William Shakespeare

Sweet Love, renew thy force; be it not said
Thy edge should blunter be than appetite
Which but to-day by feeding is allayed,
To-morrow sharp'ned in his former might.
So, love, be thou: although to-day thou fill
Thy hungry eyes even till they wink with fullness
To-morrow see again, and do not kill
The spirit of live with perpetual dulness
Let this sad int'rim like the ocean be
Which parts the shore where two contracted new
Come daily to the bank, 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.