Alack, what poverty my muse brings forth,
      That having such a scope to show her pride,
      The argument all bare is of more worth,
      Than when it hath my added praise beside,
      0, blame me not if I no more can write!
     Look in thy glass and there appears a face,
      That over goes my blunt invention quite
      Dulling my lines and doing me disgrace.
      Were it not sinful, then, striving to mend,
      To mar the subject that before was well,
      For to no other pass my verses tend
      Than of your graces and your gifts to tell,
      And more, much more, than in my verse can sit,
      Your own glass shows you-when you look in it.



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

added praise, my blunt invention, my lines, my verses, my verse,
more, more, more, more.
  Here Bacon writes that his muse although poor has scope to
show his praise of his love Marguerite, but she must not blame
him, but tells her to look in her glass when she will see a face
better than he can describe in his verse, making his lines seem
dull in comparison although they are written to tell if her graces
and her gifts and that her own glass will show her this.



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