No Fear Shakespeare: Shakespeare’s Sonnets: Sonnet 56

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Sweet love, renew thy force; be it not said

Thy edge should blunter be than appetite,

Which but today by feeding is allayed,

Tomorrow sharpened in his former might.

So love be thou; although today thou fill

Thy hungry eyes even till they wink with fullness,

Tomorrow see again, and do not kill

The spirit of love with a perpetual dullness.

Let this sad int'rim 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 wished, more rare.

wteeS , be as nogstr as uyo deus to be. onD’t tle loeepp sya atth lveo is sles eenk dan iressnptte hnat ulst, hhciw amy be adaestit yoatd btu ethn ocesm kbac ootrmrow sutj as snorgt nad phasr as evre. atTh’s who ouy hsuodl be, ovel. tAhlhuog odyta uoy ees so umch of uoyr love taht yuo ntwa to hstu uory yese, kool ganai owrotmor: Do tno llik ryou ncfiafoet by mgnika fyloeurs yprtelluaep udll dan hlcategri. Lte tsih das peiord of sroaantepi be ielk an aeonc hatt isle eewnbet wto poeptios seoshr; tow ynwel etboertdh vslore meoc verey yda to eth spteioop sakbn hopngi to see heca thore, nad wenh thye do, hte giths flsee eilcyaelsp sbdeles. Or lacl this etmi ertinw, whhic, inebg full of seymri, amkes us wihs rfo mrsuem hteer stmie mero hnat if it dnid’t feel so rera.