So oft have I invoked thee for my
And found such fair assistance in my
As every alien pen hath got my use
And under thee their poesy disperse.
Thine eyes that taught the dumb on high
And heavy ignorance aloft to fly
Have added feathers to the learned's
And given grace a double majesty.
Yet be most proud of that which I
Whose influence is thine and born of
In others' works thou dost but mend the
And arts with thy sweet graces graced
But thou art all my art and dost
As high as learning my rude ignorance.