Vpon the Lines and Life of the Famous
Scenicke Poet, Master WILLIAM
|Hose hands, which you so clapt, go now, and wring|
You Britaines braue; for done are Shakespeares dayes :
His dayes are done, that made the dainty Playes,
Which made the Globe of heau'n and earth to ring.
Dry'de is that veine, dry'd is the Thespian Spring,
Turn'd all to teares, and Phoebus clouds his rayes :
That corp's, that coffin now besticke those bayes,
Which crown'd him Poet first, then Poets King.
If Tragedies might any Prologue haue,
All those he made, would scarse make one to this :
Where Fame, now that he gone is to the graue
(Deaths publique trying-house) the Nuncius is.
For though his line of life went soone about,
The life yet of his lines shall neuer out.