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?
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~Give my love fame faster than Time wastes life; So thou prevent'st his scythe and crooked knife. ~ ......no worries William..your muse has served you well love the ending of this wonderful write....
There was probably an interval of some months between this and the last Sonnet; and very likely there had been no personal interview between the poet and his friend for a still longer period (lines 9,10) . The poet now calls upon his Muse to resume her strains, and, in defiance of Time, to celebrate the fame of his friend.