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Sonnet CI
O truant Muse, what shall be thy amends
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For thy neglect of truth in beauty dyed?
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Both truth and beauty on my love depends;
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So dost thou too, and therein dignified.
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Make answer, Muse: wilt thou not haply say
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'Truth needs no colour, with his colour fix'd;
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Beauty no pencil, beauty's truth to lay;
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But best is best, if never intermix'd?'
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Because he needs no praise, wilt thou be dumb?
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Excuse not silence so; for't lies in thee
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To make him much outlive a gilded tomb,
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And to be praised of ages yet to be.
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Then do thy office, Muse; I teach thee how
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To make him seem long hence as he shows now.
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