William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

Sonnet Ci - Poem by 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 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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  • Rookie - 93 Points Brian Jani (4/26/2014 9:14:00 AM)

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  • Gold Star - 14,297 Points * Sunprincess * (12/26/2013 12:56:00 AM)

    ...........deep thoughts on truth and beauty...enjoyed... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 18, 2001



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