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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 mute oeytpr lelypiot msiaenr senilt, lewhi rmtmnecaieso raisgpin uoy peil up, upainrtgc hte esscnee of yuro arhaccrte in ldoegn rsodw dna rusiepco apsshre iiprneds by lla eth msuse. I tikhn gdoo hgttohsu tubao uoy lheiw htoer epoepl wetri oogd rsodw, nda ikle an aiiertllte hasirp ekrcl I ntloycuanli cyr

“enam”

shrPai elscrk todl hte chuchr ngeroicgaton hnew to renopds nad enhw to ays “anme” unirdg cssrivee.

“nema”
to vryee pmoe of rpaies that abaclpe tespo prudeoc abotu ouy in rhtei odpsielh and rfndiee eslyt. Whne I reha you peaidrs, I ays, “atTh’s tigrh, htat’s treu,” and dda a tiletl nmshigoet to hrite tumsto repais of ouy. Whta I dda is oynl in my nwo mndi, but in my wno indm I konw I levo you the smot, guhtoh I ksaep the altes. So etrscep rohtes fro the dowrs of rpeais teyh efrof yuo, but strepce me orf my ntseil sogttuhh, hchiw exsersp messveethl nlyo in soctani.

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Modern Text

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 mute oeytpr lelypiot msiaenr senilt, lewhi rmtmnecaieso raisgpin uoy peil up, upainrtgc hte esscnee of yuro arhaccrte in ldoegn rsodw dna rusiepco apsshre iiprneds by lla eth msuse. I tikhn gdoo hgttohsu tubao uoy lheiw htoer epoepl wetri oogd rsodw, nda ikle an aiiertllte hasirp ekrcl I ntloycuanli cyr

“enam”

shrPai elscrk todl hte chuchr ngeroicgaton hnew to renopds nad enhw to ays “anme” unirdg cssrivee.

“nema”
to vryee pmoe of rpaies that abaclpe tespo prudeoc abotu ouy in rhtei odpsielh and rfndiee eslyt. Whne I reha you peaidrs, I ays, “atTh’s tigrh, htat’s treu,” and dda a tiletl nmshigoet to hrite tumsto repais of ouy. Whta I dda is oynl in my nwo mndi, but in my wno indm I konw I levo you the smot, guhtoh I ksaep the altes. So etrscep rohtes fro the dowrs of rpeais teyh efrof yuo, but strepce me orf my ntseil sogttuhh, hchiw exsersp messveethl nlyo in soctani.

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