Sonnet 38

　　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 perusal stand against thy sight；

　　For who's so dumb that cannot write to thee，

　　When thou thyself dost give invention light？

　　Be thou the tenth Muse，ten times more in worth

　　Than those old nine which r