Act I, Scene 78

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• Shakespeare. So oft have I invoked thee for my Muse
  And found such fair assistance in my verse 1080
  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 1085
  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; 1090
  But thou art all my art and dost advance
  As high as learning my rude ignorance.