Sweet love, renew thy force, be it not said...
Sonnet 56Sweet 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 sharpen'd 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 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; Or call it winter, which being full of care Makes summer's welcome thrice more wish'd, more rare. |
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Love, perk up. Don’t let people say that your edge is blunter than that of appetite, which will still be hungry again tomorrow even if it’s satisfied today. Be like that, love. Even if you’re squinting with fullness today, tomorrow open your eyes wide, and don’t let love die in a permanent state of satiety.
Let this sad interim be like an ocean that pasts a freshly engaged couple each day, as they come to the shore, to make sure that when they see each other again their happiness will be renewed.
Or call it winter, which (as it’s hard to get through) makes summer three times more welcome once it comes.