Where art thou, Muse, that thou forget'st so long
To speak of that which gives thee all thy might?
Spend'st thou thy fury on some worthless song,
Darkening thy power to lend base subjects light?
Return, forgetful Muse, and straight redeem
In gentle numbers time so idly spent;
Sing to the ear that doth thy lays esteem
And gives thy pen both skill and argument.
Rise, resty Muse, my love's sweet face survey,
If Time have any wrinkle graven there;
If any, be a satire to decay,
And make Time's spoils despised every where.
Give my love fame faster than Time wastes life;
So thou prevent'st his scythe and crooked knife

was this guy a crack head??

 

Who was the guy? Should I know this?

 

Damn Steve you find some interesting stuff! I think they were into opium back then... and it was legal

Although "To speak of that which gives thee all thy might" is fairly accurate. My car gives me "might"

 

just watched a show last night and most of the people we think were smart were really dope heads

 

Where do you think they got all them "inspired" ideas?

 

Not at all a surprise...

 

doesn't seem to work for you though

 

I don't know about crack head, but Shakespeare was definitely on something. Absynthe maybe...

That's Sonnet 100, in case nobody else was aware.

(I had a ridiculously hot Shakespeare teacher in high school. It was effective)