Sonnet 38. How can my Muse want subject to invent

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?