Sonnet 56

Sweet love, renew thy force; be it not saidThy edge should blunter be than appetite,Which but to-day by feeding is allay'd,To-morrow sharpen'd in his former might: 4So, love, be thou; although to-day thou fillThy hungry eyes, even till they wink with fulness,To-morrow see again, and do not killThe spirit of love with a perpetual dulness. 8Let this sad interim like the ocean beWhich parts the shore, where two contracted newCome daily to the banks, that, when they seeReturn of love, more bless'd may be the view; 12Or call it winter, which, being full of care,Makes summer's welcome thrice more wish'd, more rare.

10 contracted new: but lately betrothed