My tongue-tied Muse in manners holds her still, <br />While comments of your praise, richly compiled, <br />Reserve their character with golden quill, <br />And precious phrase by all the Muses filed. <br />I think good thoughts, whilst other write good words, <br />And like unlettered clerk still cry "Amen" <br />To every hymn that able spirit affords <br />In polished form of well-refinèd pen. <br />Hearing you praised, I say "'Tis so, 'tis true," <br />And to the most of praise add something more; <br />But that is in my thought, whose love to you, <br />Though words come hindmost, holds his rank before. <br /> Then others for the breath of words respect, <br /> Me for my dumb thoughts, speaking in effect.<br /><br />William Shakespeare<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-85-my-tongue-tied-muse-in-manners-holds-h/
