O Truant Muse What Shall 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 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 Thy Office, Muse; I Teach Thee How To Make Him Seem Long Hence As He Shows Now.