Sonnet 38 by William Shakespeare

Sonnet 38

by William Shakespeare

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 rhymers invocate;
And he that calls on thee, let him bring forth
Eternal numbers to outlive long date.
If my slight Muse do please these curious days,
The pain be mine, but thine shall be the praise.

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Macbeth

Title: Macbeth

Author: William Shakespeare

Rating: ★★☆☆☆

Age Category: Young Adult/Adult

    One of Shakespeare's most well-known tragedies, Macbeth is an interesting play depicting a ruthless Scottish Thane and the risks he's willing to take to become king.

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