Sonnet 78

　　So 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