I’ve been experiencing a wee bit of writer’s block recently (well, don’t we all?) and a sentence floated into my mind, and has been repeating itself to me over and over this week. I tracked it down (yeah, Google) and read the whole of the poem for the first time. Here it is, for all you fools who worry about your writing:
Loving in truth…
Loving in truth, and fain in verse my love to show,
That the dear she might take some pleasure of my pain,
Pleasure might cause her read, reading might make her know,
Knowledge might pity win, and pity grace obtain,
I sought fit words to paint the blackest face of woe:
Studying inventions fine, her wits to entertain,
Oft turning others’ leaves, to see if thence would flow
Some fresh and fruitful showers upon my sunburned brain.
But words came halting forth, wanting Invention’s stay;
Invention, Nature’s child, fled stepdame Study’s blows;
And others’ feet still seemed but strangers in my way.
Thus, great with child to speak, and helpless in my throes,
Biting my truant pen, beating myself for spite:
“Fool,” said my Muse to me, “look in thy heart, and write.”
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“look into thy heart and write”
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