#sonnet 85

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Sonnet 85 by William Shakespeare (read by Sir Patrick Stewart)

My tongue-tied Muse in manners holds her still, While comments of your praise richly compiled, Reserve thy character with golden quill, And precious phrase by all the Muses filed.

I think good thoughts, whilst others write good words, And like unlettered clerk still cry 'Amen' To every hymn that able spirit affords, In polished 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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Sonnet 85 by William Shakespeare (read by Nonso Anozie)

My tongue-tied Muse in manners holds her still, While comments of your praise richly compiled, Reserve thy character with golden quill, And precious phrase by all the Muses filed.

I think good thoughts, whilst others write good words, And like unlettered clerk still cry 'Amen' To every hymn that able spirit affords, In polished 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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Sonnet 85: My Tongue-Tied Muse In Manners Holds Her Still

My tongue-tied Muse in manners holds her still, While comments of your praise richly compiled, Reserve thy character with golden quill, And precious phrase by all the Muses filed. I think good thoughts, whilst others write good words, And like unlettered clerk still cry ‘Amen’ To every hymn that able spirit affords, In polished 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.

Translation to modern English

My tongue-tied muse politely remains silent while accounts in praise of you mount up, expressing themselves with golden words and precious phrases inspired by all the muses. I think good thoughts about you while others write good words, and like an illiterate church clerk, I keep crying ‘amen’ to every hymn that competent poets devise in praise of you in polished and refined verse. Hearing you praised I say ‘that’s right, it’s true,’ and add something to their already high praise. But that’s only in my mind, which loves you most, even though I say the least. Therefore, respect others for their spoken words and me for my unspoken thoughts, that speak only through their actions.

[shakespeare-sonnettos]

Sonnet LXXXV

My 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 others write good words,

And, like unlettered clerk, still cry “Amen”

To every hymn that able spirit affords

In polished 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.

[shakespeareandtheatre]

Sonnet 85

My tongue-tied Muse in manners holds her still, While comments of your praise, richly compil'd, [Rehearse thy] character with golden quill, And precious phrase by all the Muses fil'd. I think good thoughts while 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-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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Sonnet 85

By William Shakespeare

My tongue-tied muse in manners holds her still While comments of your praise, richly compiled, Reserve thy character with golden quill And precious phrase by all the muses filed. I think good thoughts whilst other write good words, And like unlettered clerk still cry "Amen" To every hymn that able spirit affords In polished 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.