My tongue-tied Muse in manners holds her still...
Sonnet 85My tongue-tied Muse in manners holds her still,
While comments of your praise, richly compiled, Reserve their character with golden quill And precious phrase by all the Muses filed. I think good thoughts whilst other write good words, And like unletter'd clerk still cry 'Amen' To every hymn that able spirit affords In polish'd form of well-refined pen. Hearing you praised, I say ''Tis so, 'tis true,' And to the most of praise add something more; But that is in my thought, whose love to you, Though words come hindmost, holds his rank before. Then others for the breath of words respect, Me for my dumb thoughts, speaking in effect. |
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My artistry doesn’t want to push itself forward, while those of others gild their phrases with every superlative they can find to sing your praises. I think good thoughts while others writegood words, and like a blonde secretary just agree with everything that the more skilled people have to say. When I hear you praised, I say “mm, yes,” and add a few more praises of my own to the pile – silently, in my thoughts; because even though I’m the quietest I actually love you the most.
So respect the others for the words they give you, me for my silent thoughts, which only voice themselves in actions.