The Sonnets C - Where art thou Muse that thou forgetst so long
Where art thou Muse that thou forgetst so long, To speak of that which gives thee all thy might? Spendst thou thy fury on some worthless song, Darkening thy power to lend base subjects light? Return forgetful Muse, and straight redeem, In gentle numbers time so idly spent; Sing to the ear that doth thy lays esteem And gives thy pen both skill and argument. Rise, resty Muse, my loves sweet face survey, If Time have any wrinkle graven there; If any, be a satire to decay, And make times spoils despised every where. Give my love fame faster than Time wastes life, So thou preventst his scythe and crooked knife.
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