SHAKESPEARE’S SONNET: 85

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 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.

Shakespeare's Sonnet: 85

 MODERN TEXT

 My mute poetry politely remains silent,

while commentaries praising you pile up,

capturing the essence of your character

in golden words and precious phrases

inspired by all the muses.

I think good thoughts about you

while other people write good words,

and like an illiterate parish clerk

I continually cry "amen" to every poem of praise

that capable poets produce about you

in their polished and refined style.

When I hear you praised,

I say, "That's right, that's true,"

and add a little something to their utmost praise of you.

What I add is only in my own mind,

but in my own mind I know I love you the most,

though I speak the least.

So respect others for the words of praise they offer you,

but respect me for my silent thoughts,

which express themselves only in actions.

No Fear Shakespeare