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==Original text and translations==
==Original text and translations==
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My tongue-tied Muse in manners holds her still,
While comments of your praise richly compil'd,
Reserve their character with golden quill,
And precious phrase by all the Muses fil'd.
I think good thoughts, whilst others write good words,
And like unletter'd clerk still cry "Amen"
To every hymn that able spirit affords
In polish'd form of well-refin'd pen.
Hearing you prais'd, 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 hind-most, holds his rank before.
  Then, others, for the breath of words respect
  Me for my dumb thoughts, speaking in effect.}}


''William Shakespeare (Sonnet LXXXV)''
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  • (Posted 2018-11-23)  CPDL #52353:   
Editor: Michael Gray (submitted 2018-11-23).   Score information: Letter (landscape), 8 pages, 215 kB   Copyright: CC BY NC ND
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General Information

Title: My tongue-tied muse
Composer: Michael Gray
Lyricist: William Shakespeare

Number of voices: 3vv   Voicing: SAB

Genre: SecularPartsong

Language: English
Instruments: Piano

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Description: This is part of an on-going project called "Book of Sonnets."

External websites: http://www.graymichael.com

Original text and translations

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My tongue-tied Muse in manners holds her still,
While comments of your praise richly compil'd,
Reserve their character with golden quill,
And precious phrase by all the Muses fil'd.
I think good thoughts, whilst others write good words,
And like unletter'd clerk still cry "Amen"
To every hymn that able spirit affords
In polish'd form of well-refin'd pen.
Hearing you prais'd, 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 hind-most, holds his rank before.
  Then, others, for the breath of words respect
  Me for my dumb thoughts, speaking in effect.

William Shakespeare (Sonnet LXXXV)