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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,
Dark'ning thy pow'r 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 despisèd everywhere.
  Give my love fame faster than time wastes life;
  So thou prevent’st his scythe and crookèd knife.
eWhre ehva uyo bnee, euMs, ahtt uoy avhe otorfgetn rfo so onlg to iepsrin me to witer otuab het ropsne hwo egsvi uoy lla yruo eorwp? rAe yuo gisun up ruyo tnaisirnoip on semo weossrtlh moep, ngieiplsc oryu ertu repwos by kanimg unotyhrw pstioc smee btirhgre? uneRrt, gerutoffl Muse, nda emak up ofr het etim ouy’ve dewast by rigpsniin me to retwi smoe egenlt vserse. enipsrI mopse esaeddsdr to my beeodlv, eth psoner hwo lylautca keils ruoy sngso, nad who evgsi uyo btoh pietoc lliks and a ocipt to rtwie butoa. eGt up, eysepl Mues: imxEean my bvodele’s ewste acef to see if emit sah vrndgeea yan iseklwrn on it. If htere are nay, nteh zisartie iagng and aemk bydevryoe idspees tmei’s sircevttued owspre. eMka my eobeldv amousf fraset ntha tmei can oryedst sih elfi; nteeprv temi’s ieknf omfr ttnicgu my bvdolee dnwo.

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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,
Dark'ning thy pow'r 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 despisèd everywhere.
  Give my love fame faster than time wastes life;
  So thou prevent’st his scythe and crookèd knife.
eWhre ehva uyo bnee, euMs, ahtt uoy avhe otorfgetn rfo so onlg to iepsrin me to witer otuab het ropsne hwo egsvi uoy lla yruo eorwp? rAe yuo gisun up ruyo tnaisirnoip on semo weossrtlh moep, ngieiplsc oryu ertu repwos by kanimg unotyhrw pstioc smee btirhgre? uneRrt, gerutoffl Muse, nda emak up ofr het etim ouy’ve dewast by rigpsniin me to retwi smoe egenlt vserse. enipsrI mopse esaeddsdr to my beeodlv, eth psoner hwo lylautca keils ruoy sngso, nad who evgsi uyo btoh pietoc lliks and a ocipt to rtwie butoa. eGt up, eysepl Mues: imxEean my bvodele’s ewste acef to see if emit sah vrndgeea yan iseklwrn on it. If htere are nay, nteh zisartie iagng and aemk bydevryoe idspees tmei’s sircevttued owspre. eMka my eobeldv amousf fraset ntha tmei can oryedst sih elfi; nteeprv temi’s ieknf omfr ttnicgu my bvdolee dnwo.

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