SONNET NO. 100
Where art thou, muse, that thou forget'st so long,
To speak of that which gives thee all thy might?
Spend'st thou thy fury on some worthless song,
Darkening thy power to lend base subjects light?
Return, forgetful muse and straight redeem
In gentle numbers time so idly spent;
Sing to the ear that doth thy lays esteem,
And gives thy pen both skill and argument.
Rise, resty muse, my loves sweet face survey,
If time have any wrinkle graven there;
If any, be a satire to decay,
And make time's spoils despised everywhere.
Give my love fame-faster than time gives life
So thy prevent'st his scythe and crooked knife.
Note the repetition of the following words, we find-muse,
muse, muse, time, time, time, time, thy might, thy power, thy
fury, thy pen, thy lays (see 99).
Bacon addresses this sonnet to his poetic muse Pallas Athene
(see Sonnet No.38) which he asks to return and give his pen
(the dramatic pen of Shakes-speare) both skill and argument-he
asks that his love (the Shakspeare plays) shall be given fame
and that his muse shall prevent them from being lost in the
course of time.
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