So oft have I invoked thee for my Muse <br /> And found such fair assistance in my verse <br /> As every alien pen hath got my use <br /> And under thee their poesy disperse. <br /> Thine eyes that taught the dumb on high to sing <br /> And heavy ignorance aloft to fly <br /> Have added feathers to the learned's wing <br /> And given grace a double majesty. <br /> Yet be most proud of that which I compile, <br /> Whose influence is thine and born of thee: <br /> In others' works thou dost but mend the style, <br /> And arts with thy sweet graces graced be; <br /> But thou art all my art and dost advance <br /> As high as learning my rude ignorance.<br /><br />William Shakespeare<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-lxxviii/
