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Sonnet Lxxxv

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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 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,
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Brian Jani 26 April 2014
Awesome I like this poem, check mine out 
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* Sunprincess * 18 November 2013
wish I could write poetry like Shakespeare ~Hearing you praised, I say ''Tis so, 'tis true, ' ~
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