samedi 12 mai 2007

rencontre, LXVII


How can my Muse want subject to invent,

While thou dost breathe, that pour'st into my verse
Thine own sweet argument, too excellent
For every vulgar paper to rehearse ?

O, give thyself the thanks, if aught in me
Worthy persual stand against thy sight ;
For who's so dumb that cannot write to thee,






When thou thyself dost give invention light ?


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