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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 unlettered clerk still cry “Amen”
To every hymn that able spirit affords,
In polished form of well-refinèd 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.
My tmue optrye eilyotlp aesimnr letsin, lihew trocnmiesaem gspiinar oyu pile up, ugacprtin teh sseecne of uyor taarecrhc in ongdel rdows nda rucipeos serhpas erpisndi by all eht uesms. I thnki dogo sthohgtu tubao uoy wihle eohtr opeepl iwtre ogod dsrow, dna ikel an iaterlilte prisha lkrec I alctnylouni cyr

“neam”

Prihsa rkecsl ltdo eht uhhrcc oongiretncga newh to norsdep nad nhew to ysa “mane” igndur rcsviese.

“aenm”
to yevre meop of esairp taht aceablp opset rdeocpu btuao uoy in heirt hildespo and idneefr steyl. enhW I ehra you erdsiap, I ysa, “Taht’s grthi, thta’s erut,” and add a ettill nhmitosge to eithr tsmtou paiser of uyo. aWht I add is noyl in my won dnmi, tub in my now ndim I konw I eovl you eht smto, oghuth I speak eth lstea. So erectps sthroe ofr eth rodsw of arieps htye reffo uoy, tub eercpst me for my tnisel tgthusho, wihhc esxepsr evhsmeltse ylno in ctasion.

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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 unlettered clerk still cry “Amen”
To every hymn that able spirit affords,
In polished form of well-refinèd 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.
My tmue optrye eilyotlp aesimnr letsin, lihew trocnmiesaem gspiinar oyu pile up, ugacprtin teh sseecne of uyor taarecrhc in ongdel rdows nda rucipeos serhpas erpisndi by all eht uesms. I thnki dogo sthohgtu tubao uoy wihle eohtr opeepl iwtre ogod dsrow, dna ikel an iaterlilte prisha lkrec I alctnylouni cyr

“neam”

Prihsa rkecsl ltdo eht uhhrcc oongiretncga newh to norsdep nad nhew to ysa “mane” igndur rcsviese.

“aenm”
to yevre meop of esairp taht aceablp opset rdeocpu btuao uoy in heirt hildespo and idneefr steyl. enhW I ehra you erdsiap, I ysa, “Taht’s grthi, thta’s erut,” and add a ettill nhmitosge to eithr tsmtou paiser of uyo. aWht I add is noyl in my won dnmi, tub in my now ndim I konw I eovl you eht smto, oghuth I speak eth lstea. So erectps sthroe ofr eth rodsw of arieps htye reffo uoy, tub eercpst me for my tnisel tgthusho, wihhc esxepsr evhsmeltse ylno in ctasion.

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