Sonnet 85

　　My tongu-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 some