Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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(And himselfe with it) that he thinkes to frame;
Or for the lawrell, he may gaine a scorne,
For a good Poet's made, well as borne.
And such wert thou. Looke how the fathers face
Liues in his issue, euen so, the race
Of Shakespeares minde, and manners brightly shines
In his well torned, and true filed lines:
In each of which, he seemes to shake a Lance,
As brandish't at the eyes of Ignorance.
Sweet Swan of Auon! what a sight it were
To see thee in our waters yet appeare,
And make those flights vpon the bankes of Thames,
That so did take Eliza, and our Iames!
But stay, I see thee in the Hemisphere
Aduanc'd, and made a Constellation there!
Shine forth, thou Starre of Poets, and with rage;
Or influence, chide, or cheere the drooping Stage;
Which, since thy flight frõfrom hence, hath mourn'd like night,
And despaires day, but for thy Volumes light.
TO THE MEMORIE of the deceased Authour Maister W. SHAKESPEARE.