How can my Muse want subject to invent...
Sonnet 38How can my Muse want subject to invent,
While thou dost breathe, that pour'st into my verse Thine own sweet argument, too excellent For every vulgar paper to rehearse? O, give thyself the thanks, if aught in me Worthy perusal stand against thy sight; For who's so dumb that cannot write to thee, When thou thyself dost give invention light? Be thou the tenth Muse, ten times more in worth Than those old nine which rhymers invocate; And he that calls on thee, let him bring forth Eternal numbers to outlive long date. If my slight Muse do please these curious days, The pain be mine, but thine shall be the praise. |
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How could I possibly suffer from writers’ block, when I’ve got you to inspire me? You give me special inspiration, not deserved of by just anyone. I you see anything in my work that you like, please, thank yourself for it. No-one could be tongue-tied if they had the task of writing to you, because you yourself are inspiration.
You should be the tenth Muse: ten times more potent than those traditional old nine Muses. Whoever uses you are their Muse should create Art that lives forever. In these convoluted times, if anyone likes anything about my modest poems, I’ll supply the hard slog: you just take the praise.