O truant Muse, what shall be thy amends <br />For thy neglect of truth in beauty dyed? <br />Both truth and beauty on my love depends; <br />So dost thou too, and therein dignified. <br />Make answer, Muse. Wilt thou not haply say, <br />"Truth needs no colour with his colour fixed, <br />Beauty no pencil, beauty's truth to lay, <br />But best is best, if never intermixed"? <br />Because he needs no praise, wilt thou be dumb? <br />Excuse not silence so, for't lies in thee <br />To make him much outlive a gilded tomb <br />And to be praised of ages yet to be. <br /> Then do thy office, Muse; I teach thee how <br /> To make him seem, long hence, as he shows now.<br /><br />William Shakespeare<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-101-o-truant-muse-what-shall-be-thy-amend/
