  When Shakespeare wrote his mighty plays, Superb in action, thought and phrase, He got but meagre vague renown Beyond the wits of London Town:— To know the great the world delays. Obscure he walked the urban ways: From queen and courtier came the praise, The sneer, the cuff, the smile, the frown, When Shakespeare wrote. But in our modern modish days From sheer caprice the critic slays, Or seeks to put the poet’s crown Upon some pompous pedant clown. No poetasters wore the bays When Shakespeare wrote. |
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