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 learnèd'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 gracèd 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-78-so-oft-have-i-invoked-thee-for-my-muse/
