Vpon the Lines and Life of the Famous
Scenicke Poet, Master WILLIAM
SHAKESPEARE.
Hofe hands, which you fo clapt, go now, and wring
You Britaines brave; 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 Phabus clouds his rayes;
That corp's, that coffin now befticke those bayes,
Which crown'd him Poet firft, then Poets King.
If Tragedies might any Prologue haue,
All thofe he made, would scarfe make one to this:
Where Fame, now that he gone is to the graue
(Deaths publique tyring-houfe) the Nuncius is.
For though his line of life went foone about,
The life yet of his lines fhall neuer out.