So oft have I invoked thee for my Muse...
Sonnet 78So oft have I invoked thee for my Muse
And found such fair assistance in my verse As every 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 born of thee: In others' works thou dost but mend the style, And arts with thy sweet graces graced be; But thou art all my art and dost advance As high as learning my rude ignorance. |
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I’ve used you as inspiration so often that others have jumped onto the bandwagon and are doing the same thing. Having made even my rubbishy writing good, now that you’re inspiring the good writers their output is even better than before.
Still, I think you should be more proud of what you inspire in me, because that’s all you. For others it just improves something already good, for me it’s the end-all and be-all. You make even me half-decent.