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- # Section 101 of "SONNERS"
## Overview
This entity is a section labeled "101" within the larger chapter titled [SONNERS](arke:01KG6S4D9EKTFTRX4K37SBJKRD). It contains the text of Sonnet 101, beginning with "O truant Muse what shalbe thy amends," and concluding with "To make him feeme long hence, as he fhowes now." The section spans lines 12102 to 12123 of its source file.
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## Contents
The section presents Sonnet 101, a poem addressing the "truant Muse" and questioning its neglect of "truth in beauty." The speaker urges the Muse to fulfill its duty by immortalizing the beloved, ensuring their fame outlives any "gilded tombe" and is praised by future ages. The sonnet emphasizes the enduring power of poetry to preserve beauty and truth.
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# SONNERS.
For thy neglect of truth in beauty di'd?
Both truth and beauty on my loue depends:
So doft thou too, and therein dignifi'd:
Make anfwere Muse, wilt thou not haply faie,
Truth needs no collour with his collour fixt,
Beautie no pensfell, beauties truth to lay:
But beft is beft, if neuer intermixt.
Because he needs no praise, wilt thou be dumb?
Excuse not silence so, for't lies in thee,
To make him much out-liue a gilded tombe:
And to be praisd of ages yet to be.
Then do thy office Muse, I teach thee how,
To make him feeme long hence, as he fhowes now.
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