To Whom Much Is Given, Much Is Required

Talent is rare, genius is rarer still: might I, a humble soul, covet the twain, that I may scale the lofty heights and hill of Helicon; and entreat once again Apollo and the Muses for brilliance, skill, art, and dexterity of sound mind, with which to master divine eloquence of written songs and rhymes subtly refined. Once granted to me by the gods of myth, I'll offer thanks and sacrifice; promise Phoebus the sun god myself and a fifth of my crops as tribute to him and Pierus: and magnify with meter the Logos, in whom resides, and is, the LORD of hosts!