Q 101

OH 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 dignifi'd:
Make answer Muse, wilt thou not haply say,
Truth needs no colour with his colour fix'd,
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 prais'd of ages yet to be.

Then do thy office Muse, I teach thee how,
To make him seem long hence, as he shows now.
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