{"id":"01KG6S5MQS1CPKQY9F15HHQ8RB","cid":"bafkreihtfhgd7wcoafkidk7qy4675oeaijwt725dytvzirslo3tbjvnrcq","type":"section","properties":{"description":"# 100\n## Overview\nThis is a section (labeled \"100\") extracted from a text file, representing a portion of a literary work. It consists of lines of verse, specifically lines 12085-12101 from the source file. The section was extracted on January 30, 2026.\n\n## Context\nThe section is part of the chapter [SONNERS](arke:01KG6S4D9EKTFTRX4K37SBJKRD), which is contained within a larger [poetry_collection](arke:01KG6S3KNZT62WVVW4VT384KPF) and was extracted from the text file [pdf-01KG6Q7Q25RHMFT3SJXPV18VFF.txt](arke:01KG6S2X2EBB305ENM00G16GWA). This file is part of the [PDF Workflow Main Test 2026-01-30T00:26:53](arke:01KG6NWQ2H2K4PGG7H4ZHYCZ3Y) collection, used for network testing. The previous section is labeled \"99\" [99](arke:01KG6S5MQZG4Y4STQEBGW66DMP), and the subsequent section is labeled \"101\" [101](arke:01KG6S5MQVNFC47ZSW5JPNTV7W).\n\n## Contents\nThe section contains a poem, identified as \"100\", which begins with the line \"Where art thou Muse that thou forgetst so long,\" and continues for sixteen lines. The poem is followed by the label \"101\", indicating the next section. The poem invokes a muse and discusses themes of time, decay, love, and fame.\n","description_generated_at":"2026-01-30T06:26:25.853Z","description_model":"gemini-2.5-flash-lite","description_title":"100","end_line":12101,"extracted_at":"2026-01-30T06:24:08.806Z","extracted_by":"structure-extraction-lambda","label":"100","source_file":"01KG6S2X2EBB305ENM00G16GWA","start_line":12085,"text":"Where art thou Muse that thou forgetst so long,\nTo speake of that which giues thee all thy might?\nSpendst thou thy furie on some worthlesse songe,\nDarkning thy powre to lend base subiects light,\nReturne forgetfull Muse, and straight redeeme,\nIn gentle numbers time so idely spent,\nSing to the eare that doth thy laies esteeme;\nAnd giues thy pen both skill and argument.\nRise resty Muse, my lous sweet face surray,\nIf time haue any wrinkle grauen there,\nIf any, be a Satire to decay,\nAnd make times spoiles dispised euery where,\nGiue my loue fame faster then time wafta lise,\nSo thou preuenst his fieth, and crooked knife.\n\n101\n","title":"100"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KG6S4D9EKTFTRX4K37SBJKRD","peer_type":"chapter","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KG6S2X2EBB305ENM00G16GWA","peer_type":"file","predicate":"extractedFrom"},{"peer":"01KG6NWQ2H2K4PGG7H4ZHYCZ3Y","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KG6S5MQZG4Y4STQEBGW66DMP","peer_type":"section","predicate":"prev"},{"peer":"01KG6S5MQVNFC47ZSW5JPNTV7W","peer_type":"section","predicate":"next"}],"ver":3,"created_at":"2026-01-30T06:24:12.025Z","ts":"2026-01-30T06:26:26.013Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF5C36SQEVDHC9CBNZZJH9K"}}