Sonnet 101
O truant Muse, what shall be thy
amends
«William Shakespeare»
O truant Muse what shall be thy amends,
For thy neglect of
truth in beauty dyed?
Both truth and beauty
on my love depends:
So dost thou too, and
therein dignified:
Make answer Muse,
wilt thou not haply say,
'Truth needs no
colour with his colour fixed,
Beauty no pencil,
beauty's truth to lay:
But best is best, if
never intermixed'?
Because he needs no
praise, wilt thou be dumb?
Excuse not silence
so, for't lies in thee,
To make him much
outlive a gilded tomb:
And to be praised of
ages yet to be.
Then do thy office
Muse, I teach thee how,
To make him seem long
hence, as he shows now.
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