Sonnet 101 (Ôi, Nàng Thơ lười biếng! Vì sao vậy) Sonnet 101 (O truant Muse, what shall be thy amends)

Sonnet 101 (O truant Muse, what shall be thy amends)

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 colour with his colour 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.