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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 ?
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In Remembrance of Master WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE.
Your num'rous feet not tread
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. wait !iy boA Itis face ; the print would then furpalie All, that was ever writ in braffe.
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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