Volta project, second half, day one :)

So the break is almost over  L  Sonnet 78:

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LXXVIII

  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:

  In others' works thou dost but mend the style,

  And arts with thy sweet graces graced be;

    But thou art all my art, and dost advance

    As high as learning, my rude ignorance.

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Volta-wise, this one’s pretty straightforward:  The yet at the beginning of the third quatrain and the but at the beginning of the closing couplet.  Helpfully marked with standard volta markers  J  More tomorrow—