(As it ne'er knew a Sun, or Shower,) Hangs, there, the penfive Head. II. Each Tree, whofe thick and spreading Growth bath made Rather a Night beneath the Boughs, than Shade, Looks like the Plume a Captain weares, The piteous River wept it self away, If you a River there can fpie: And, for a River, your mock'd Eye Will find a fhallow Brooke. W. DAVENANT. On the Effigies of SHAKESPEARE, prefix'd to his printed Works. HIS Figure, that thou here seeft put, THIS It was for gentle Shakespeare cuts Wherein the Graver had a Strife B. J. To the Memory of my Beloved, the Author, ༦༽༽སུ ། And What he hath left us. chak drew L To drar no Envy ( to thy Book, and Fame: While I confefs thy Writings to be fuch, "Am Ithus Shakespeare) on thy Name, ay, 20013 As neither Man, nor Mule, can praise too much. 'Tis true, true, and all mens fuffrage. But thefe wayes Were not the paths I meant unto thy Praife: For feelieft Ignorance on these may light, Which, when it founds at beft, but echoes right Or blind Affection, which doth ne'er advance. The Truth, but gropes, and urgeth all by chance Or crafty Malice might pretend this Praife, And think to ruine, where it seem'd to rate brea These are as some infamous Baud, or Whore, Should praife & Matron. What could hurt her more? But thou art proof against them, and, indeed ovehill Fortune of them, or the Need. therefore will begin. Soul of the Act no Age! Th' applause! delight be wonder of our Stage! My Shakespeare, rife / I will not lodge thee by. Chaucer Spenfer, or bid Beaumont lie A little further, to make thee a room II_K9yr Thou art a Monument without a Tomb. And art alive fill, while thy Book doth live, And we have Wits to read, and Praife to give. That I not mix thee so, my brain excufes ; I mean with great, but difproportion'd Muses I .1.8 ST For if I thought my Judgment were of Years,. And though thou hadst fmall Latin and lefs Greek, Pacuvius, Accius, him of Cordova dead, To live again, to hear thy Buskin tread, And bake a Stage: Or, when thy Socks were on, Of all, that infolent Greece, or haughty Rome As they were not of Nature's family. Whe Who cafts to write a living Line, muft fweat, Of Shakespeare's Mind and Manners brightly fhines In each of which be feems to shake a Lance, And make thofe flights upon the Banks of Thames, But ftay, I fee thee in the Hemifphere night, And defpairs day, but for thy Volume's light. The Names of the SUBSCRIBERS. His ROYAL HIGHNESS, the PRINCE of WALES. Her ROYAL HIGHNESS, the PRINCESS ROYAL. A. His Grace the Duke of Argyle and Greenwich, Royal Paper. Right Honourable the Marchioness of Annandale. Philip Aynscombe, Efq; William Archer, Efq; William Arnold, Efqs Edward Afh, Efq; John Auften, Efq; Robert Andrews, Efq; Reverend Mr. George Adams. B. His Grace the Duke of Bedford, Royal Paper. Right Honourable Earl of Buchan. Mr. Alderman Barber. Thomas Bladen, Efq; Royal Paper. Hawly Bishop, Efq; Royal Paper. John Baber, Efq; William Bedingfield, Efq; Anthony Brucer, Efq; Ballard Beckford, Efq; Richard Backwell, Efq; Royal Paper. Edward |