So often I have invok'd thee for my Muse
And found such fair in my verse
As very alien pen hath got my use
And under thee their poesy disperse.
Thine eyes, that taught the dumb on high to sing
And heavy ignorance aloft to fly,
Have added feathers to the learned's wing
And given grace a double majesty.
Yet be most proud of that which I compile,
Whose influence is thine, and borne of thee.
In others' work though dost but mend the style,
And arts with thy sweet graces graced be;
But thou are all my art and dost advance
As high as learning my rude ignorance.
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