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Muse

SONNET NO. 101

 

 
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,
ruth needs no colour-with his colour fixed
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 you how
To make him seem long hence as he shows now.

 


    Note the repetition of the following words, we find-muse,

muse, muse, truth, truth, truth, truth, beauty, beauty,  beauty        beauty.
    This sonnet is a continuation of the last Sonnet No.100 and is also addressed by Bacon to his muse. He writes that both truth and beauty depend on his love (the plays in the first folio) and so also does his muse, that though they need no praise-why should his muse be dumb for it lies in his muse to make the plays outlive any tomb and to be praised in future ages and that he will teach his muse to make the plays survive the presentage (long hence).

 

 

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