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			 O 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 dignified. 
			Make answer, Muse: wilt thou not haply say 
			Truth needs no color, with his color fixed, 
			Beauty no pencil, beauty’s truth to lay; 
			But best is best if never intermixed? 
			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 praised 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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			 O 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 dignified. 
			Make answer, Muse: wilt thou not haply say 
			Truth needs no color, with his color fixed, 
			Beauty no pencil, beauty’s truth to lay; 
			But best is best if never intermixed? 
			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 praised 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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			Modern Text | 
		
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			 O 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 dignified. 
			Make answer, Muse: wilt thou not haply say 
			Truth needs no color, with his color fixed, 
			Beauty no pencil, beauty’s truth to lay; 
			But best is best if never intermixed? 
			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 praised 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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			 O 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 dignified. 
			Make answer, Muse: wilt thou not haply say 
			Truth needs no color, with his color fixed, 
			Beauty no pencil, beauty’s truth to lay; 
			But best is best if never intermixed? 
			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 praised 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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