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He was not of an age, but for all time!
To the Memory of My Beloved, the Author, Mr. William Shakespeare (1618)
Soul of the age!
The applause, delight, the wonder of our stage!
To the Memory of My Beloved, the Author, Mr. William Shakespeare (1618)
In each of which he seems to shake a lance,
As brandish'd at the eyes of ignorance.
To the Memory of My Beloved, the Author, Mr. William Shakespeare (1618)
Thou art a monument, without a tomb,
And art alive still, while thy book doth live,
And we have wits to read, and praise to give.
To the Memory of My Beloved, the Author, Mr. William Shakespeare (1618)
Shine forth, thou star of poets, and with rage,
Or influence, chide, or cheer the drooping stage,
Which, since thy flight from hence, hath mourn'd like night,
And despairs day, but for thy volumes light.
To the Memory of My Beloved, the Author, Mr. William Shakespeare (1618)