Act I, Scene 56

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• Shakespeare. 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 775
  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 780
  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.