O truant Muse, what shall be thy amends...
Sonnet 101O 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 fix'd; Beauty no pencil, beauty's truth to lay; But best is best, if never intermix'd?' 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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How are you going to make up for neglecting this truth and beauty, Muse? They both depend on my love, as do you. Answer me! Will you say, Truth’s colour is already set, it doesn’t need anyone to paint it, Beauty doesn’t need anyone to write lyrics about it: leave well alone, don’t tamper with perfection? Just because he doesn’t needto be praised, you’ll hush up?
You don’t get out of it like that – he needs to be praised and known in ages yet to come, too. So do your work, Muse. I’ll show you how to display him to future ages just the way he is now.