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Soul Of The Age, The Applause, Delight, The Wonder Of Our Stage, My Shakespeare, Rise!
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Soul of the age,
The applause, delight, the wonder of our stage,
My Shakespeare, rise! I will not lodge thee by
Chaucer or Spenser, or bid Beaumont lie
A little further, to make thee a room.
-- Ben Jonson (1573-1637)
-- To the Memory of Shakespeare
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Remember thee Ay, thou poor ghost while memory holds a seat In this distracted globe.
Remember thee! Yea, from the table of my memory I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, That youth and observation copied there....