Sonnet 100

Where art thou Muse that thou forget’st so long,
To speak of that which gives thee all thymight?
Spend’st thou thy fury on some worthless song,
Darkening thy power to lend base subjects light?
Return forgetful Muse, and straight redeem,
In gentle numbers time so idly spent;
Sing to the ear that doth thy lays esteem
And gives thy pen both skill and argument.
Rise, resty Muse, my love’s sweet face survey,
If Time have any wrinkle graven there;
If any, be a satire to decay,
And make time’s spoils despised every where.
Give my love fame faster than Time wastes life,
So thou prevent’st his scythe and crooked knife.

New Yorker(CNN Business)Jeffrey Toobin, CNN’s chief legal analyst and a renowned reporter for The New Yorker, has been sidelined at a pivotal moment in the run-up to the presidential election.

renowned famous

https://www.google.co.jp/amp/s/amp.cnn.com/cnn/2020/10/19/media/jeffrey-toobin-suspended/index.html

But for the then-36-year-old Floyd, the spring of 2009 was another turn through a cycle of incarceration that would be both familiar and futile.

Futile 取るに足りない

incarcerate 投獄　監禁