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06-29-2009, 02:10 AM
Sonnet #38
XXXVIII.br /br /How can my Muse want subject to invent,br /While thou dost breathe, that pour'st into my versebr /Thine own sweet argument, too excellentbr /For every vulgar paper to rehearse?br /O, give thyself the thanks, if aught in mebr /Worthy perusal stand against thy sight;br /For who's so dumb that cannot write to thee,br /When thou thyself dost give invention light?br /Be thou the tenth Muse, ten times more in worthbr /Than those old nine which rhymers invocate;br /And he that calls on thee, let him bring forthbr /Eternal numbers to outlive long date.br /If my slight Muse do please these curious days,br /The pain be mine, but thine shall be the praise.
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XXXVIII.br /br /How can my Muse want subject to invent,br /While thou dost breathe, that pour'st into my versebr /Thine own sweet argument, too excellentbr /For every vulgar paper to rehearse?br /O, give thyself the thanks, if aught in mebr /Worthy perusal stand against thy sight;br /For who's so dumb that cannot write to thee,br /When thou thyself dost give invention light?br /Be thou the tenth Muse, ten times more in worthbr /Than those old nine which rhymers invocate;br /And he that calls on thee, let him bring forthbr /Eternal numbers to outlive long date.br /If my slight Muse do please these curious days,br /The pain be mine, but thine shall be the praise.
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