Sonnet 56. Sweet love renew thy force, be it not said

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 sharpened in his former might.

So love be thou, although to-day thou fill

Thy hungry eyes, even till they wink with fulness

To-morrow see again, and do not kill

The spirit of love, with a perpetual dulness: