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WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE AND WHAT HE HATH LEFT US To draw no envy ( Shakespeare ) on thy name , Am I thus ample to thy Booke , and Fame : While I confesse thy writings to be such , As neither Man , nor Muse , can praise too much .
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE AND WHAT HE HATH LEFT US To draw no envy ( Shakespeare ) on thy name , Am I thus ample to thy Booke , and Fame : While I confesse thy writings to be such , As neither Man , nor Muse , can praise too much .
Sivu 214
This humble praise , lamented shade ! receive , This praise at least a grateful Muse may give : The Muse , whose early voice you taught to sing , Prescrib'd her heights , and prun'd her tender wing , ( Her guide now lost ) no more ...
This humble praise , lamented shade ! receive , This praise at least a grateful Muse may give : The Muse , whose early voice you taught to sing , Prescrib'd her heights , and prun'd her tender wing , ( Her guide now lost ) no more ...
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Oh , thus to live , I and my picture , linked With love about , and praise , till life should end , And then not go to heaven , but linger here , Here on my earth , earth's every man my friend , The thought grew frightful , ' twas so ...
Oh , thus to live , I and my picture , linked With love about , and praise , till life should end , And then not go to heaven , but linger here , Here on my earth , earth's every man my friend , The thought grew frightful , ' twas so ...
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