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 their 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.