Ирина Епифанова, Cosmos Sound Club Sonnet 101 Eng

O truant Muse what shell be thy amends
For thy neglect of truth in beauty dy\'d?
Both truth and beauty on my love depends;
So dost thou too, and therein dignified.
Make answer Muse: wilt thou not haply
say,
\'Truth needs no colour, with his colour fix\'d;
Beauty no pencil, beauty\'s truth to lay;
But best is best, if of never intermix\'d?
Because he needs no praise, wilt thou be dumb?
Excuse not silence so, for\'t lies in thee
To make him much outlive a gilded tomb
And to be prais\'d of ages yet to be.
Then do my office, Muse; I teach thee how
To make him seem long hence as he shows now