Sonnet 78: 
  
Disperse my rudeness.   
See what influences of yours I’ve advanced and redoubled. See what more you do! You are all my art. Help my style, my alien use. Teach / learn my rude ignorance.    
 
Only these exceptions: I wasn’t talking to you. I was speaking higher up, and given grace, I’ll sing to the fair interest of the corps. Ah, same time, so often have I invoked you as a muse, I’mproud working with you looking over my shoulder ..   
... knowing our poetry is under your assistance, born of you.