評論
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My tongue-tied Muse in manners holds her still,
我的繆斯緘口不語自有其分寸，
While comments of your praise, richly compiled,
其他詩人均為你歌唱，竭力嘶聲。
Reserve their character with golden quill
瞧他們奮筆揮灑下燦燦詩行，
And precious phrase by all the Muses filed.
分明是全體繆斯助其琢玉雕金。
I think good thoughts whilst other write good words,
我是信言不美，他們是美言不信，
And like unletter'd clerk still cry 'Amen'
他們有生花妙筆寫下積卷的頌文，
To every hymn that able spirit affords
我恰似教堂里領眾應答的白丁，
In polish'd form of well-refined pen.
對才子的篇篇贊頌一口一聲“阿門”。
Hearing you praised, I say ''Tis so, 'tis true,'
只要有人稱道你，我便說：不錯，當真，
And to the most of praise add something more;
即使頌詩已好到極點我還想金上添銀。
But that is in my thought, whose love to you,
當然這只是我的想法，話兒尚未出口，
Though words come hindmost, holds his rank before.
然而我的真愛卻早已領頭先行。
Then others for the breath of words respect,
那么你且尊重他們，由于他們的雕章琢句；
Me for my dumb thoughts, speaking in effect.
尊重我，由于我可意會而不可言傳的其情。
