On Shakespear
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- WHat needs my Shakespear for his honour'd Bones,
- The labour of an age in piled Stones,
- Or that his hallow'd reliques should be hid
- Under a Star-ypointing Pyramid?
- Dear son of memory, great heir of Fame,
- What need'st thou such weak witnes of thy name?
- Thou in our wonder and astonishment
- Hast built thy self a live-long Monument.
- For whilst to th' shame of slow-endeavouring art,
- Thy easie numbers flow, and that each heart
- Hath from the leaves of thy unvalu'd Book,
- Those Delphick lines with deep impression took,
- Then thou our fancy of it self bereaving,
- Dost make us Marble with too much conceaving;
- And so Sepulcher'd in such pomp dost lie,
- That Kings for such a Tomb would wish to die.
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