Paul Hoover & William Shakespeare
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Shakespeare [Original]

 

Sweet love, renew thy force, be it not said

Thy edge should blunter be than appetite,

Which but today by feeding is allayed,

Tomorrow sharp’ned in his former might.

So love be thou, although today thou fill

Thy hungry eyes, ev’n till they wink with fullness.

Tomorrow see again, and do not kill

The spirit of love with a perpetual dullness.

 

Let this sad interim like the oceans 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;

 

As call it winter, which being full of care,

Makes summer’s welcome, thrice more wished, more rare.


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