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. Disperse But thou art all my art, and dost advance As high as learning, my rude ignorance. (Ignorance ignorance) 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. Majesty But thou art all my art, and dost advance As high as learning, my rude ignorance. (Ignorance) My rude ignorance (Ignorance) My rude ignorance (Ignorance) 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 Graced be