Sonets (Sweet Love)

Sweet 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



Sweet love, renew thy force

Sweet love, renew thy force

Sweet love, renew thy force

Sweet love, sweet love, sweet love, sweet love



Sweet love, renew thy force

Sweet love, renew thy force

Sweet love, renew thy force

Sweet love, sweet love, sweet love, sweet love



Sweet 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

Else call it winter, which being full of care

Makes summer's welcome thrice more wish'd, more rare