Sonnet 38
Shadows and Forgiveness
- 1 How can my muse want subject to invent,
- 2 While thou dost breathe, that pour'st into my verse
- 3 Thine own sweet argument, too excellent
- 4 For every vulgar paper to rehearse?
- 5 O! give thy self the thanks, if aught in me
- 6 Worthy perusal stand against thy sight;
- 7 For who's so dumb that cannot write to thee,
- 8 When thou thy self dost give invention light?
- 9 Be thou the tenth Muse, ten times more in worth
- 10 Than those old nine which rhymers invocate;
- 11 And he that calls on thee, let him bring forth
- 12 Eternal numbers to outlive long date.
- 13 If my slight muse do please these curious days,
- 14 The pain be mine, but thine shall be the praise.