William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

Sonnet C - Poem by William Shakespeare

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 love's sweet face survey,
If Time have any wrinkle graven there;
If any, be a satire to decay,
And make Time's spoils despised every where.
Give my love fame faster than Time wastes life;
So thou prevent'st his scythe and crooked knife.

Comments about Sonnet C by William Shakespeare

  • Gold Star - 68,481 Points Fabrizio Frosini (11/7/2015 10:19:00 AM)

    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. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 184 Points Brian Jani (4/26/2014 9:13:00 AM)

    Awesome I like this poem, check mine out (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 36,621 Points * Sunprincess * (12/25/2013 9:40:00 AM)

    ~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.... (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Bob Dowl (2/17/2008 3:10:00 PM)

    just plain bull shit if u ask me (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 10 Points Egal Bohen (2/11/2006 6:18:00 PM)

    A bit of self criticism here I think by William....... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 18, 2001

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