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life fets me at 100 great a distance to take even the outlines of your perfections.), Į would not therefore, where I cannot prom sume to do justice, be thought to descend to the unbecdming art of Aattery. II must launch out, indeed, a great way, to make myselfo liable to that imputation, with regards to your Royal Highness; but Dedications are generally suspected of overftraining. ・11:30
How far so ever, MADAM, my vanity or iny ambition might mislead me into that tract, I'll oblige myself to govern both my duty; and turn all attempts of praise and compliment into veneration and pious withes. That You may long con, tinue to bless the eyes and arms of the Prince, your Illuftrious Confort; and that you may contintie to bless the nation with a numerous succession of Princes, to the future glory and security of our establishment, is my ardent prayer; and D90 A 4
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+ An EPITAPH on the admirable
Dramatic Poet, W. SHAKESPEARE. WH
HAT neede my Shakespeare for his honour'd bones.
The labour of an age, in piled ftones ?
J. MILTOM. + This Epitaph was written in 1630, wben Milton was in bis two. and twentieth year; for he was born in 1608.
In Remembrance of Master WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE.
Your num'rous feet not tread
(Unwiling now to grow,).. pre Looks like the plume a captain wears, 1933*** 91.1 Whose sified falls are steept i'th? tears un tikus.g. Which from his laft
III.lin pituidditaui!!.. The pitegas river, wept itself away as ane personi ori Long since (alas !) to fuch a swift decay." to
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dont son361 lliw I TILT sono YM On the Effigies of SHAKESPEARE, prefix'd to his printed Works, 198 1"
bi gviloys bra THIS Fgure, that thou here seest put, but
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14. jei IT With nature, to out-doo the life: 0, could he but have drawn his wit gjinog bicorts
nuoril hové As well in brass, as he hath hit
. wait !iy boA Itis face ; the print would then furpalie All, that was ever writ in braffe.
900*ug But, fince he cannot, reader, look
ictis ngeci DV. Not on his pi&ture, but his book... of susu mig
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To the Menzory of my Beloved, the Author,
Mr. WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE;
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O draw no.envy (Shakespeare) on thy name.
Am I'thus ample to thy book, and fame:W SH While I confess thy writings to be fuch, si llebres - As neither man, nor muse, can praise too much.
'Tis true, and all mens suffrage. But there waye
and urutal Accitl him oss
Cordova dead, To live again, to hear thy Bufkin tread, "Andi hiake la Mage? Or, when thy Tocks were on, Leave thee alone for the comparison Of all, that insolent Greece, or haughty Rome . Sent forth, or fince did from their ahes come. Triumph, my Britain! thou haft: one to show, To whom all fienes of Europe homage owe. He was not of an age, but for all time! And all the mukes till were in their primer about