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How can my Muse want subject to invent, How can my poetry look for inspiration,
While thou dost breathe, that pour'st into my verse While you breathe and pour into my writings
Thine own sweet argument, too excellent Your own theme, too excellent
For every vulgar paper to rehearse? Almost to special even to be put down on common paper?
O, give thyself the thanks, if aught in me O, give yourself the thanks if anything I have written
Worthy perusal stand against thy sight; You find worthy to read;
For who's so dumb that cannot write to thee, For who is so dumb that he could not write about you,
When thou thyself dost give invention light? When you yourself show him how to proceed?
Be thou the tenth Muse, ten times more in worth Let you become the tenth Muse, ten times more valuable
Than those old nine which rhymers invocate; Than those old nine muses whom other poets invoke;
And he that calls on thee, let him bring forth And let he that calls upon you bring forth
Eternal numbers to outlive long date. Verse that will live on forever.
If my slight Muse do please these curious days, If my slight Muse does please these [living in such] critical times,
The pain be mine, but thine shall be the praise. Let the effort and labour be mine and yours the praise.

Analysis coming soon.

How to Cite this Article

Mabillard, Amanda. "An Analysis of Shakespeare's Sonnet 38". Shakespeare Online. 2000. (day/month/year).

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