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        <alex:fullText><![CDATA[                                      1630
                              ON SHAKESPEAR.  1630
                                 by John Milton

  What needs my Shakespear for his honour&#39;d Bones,
  The labour of an age in piled Stones,
  Or that his hallow&#39;d reliques should be hid
  Under a Star-ypointing Pyramid?
  Dear son of memory, great heir of Fame,
  What need&#39;st thou such weak witnes of thy name?
  Thou in our wonder and astonishment
  Hast built thy self a live-long Monument.
  For whilst to th&#39; shame of slow-endeavouring art,
  Thy easie numbers flow, and that each heart
  Hath from the leaves of thy unvalu&#39;d Book,
  Those Delphick lines with deep impression took,
  Then thou our fancy of it self bereaving,
  Dost make us Marble with too much conceaving;
  And so Sepulcher&#39;d in such pomp dost lie,
  That Kings for such a Tomb would wish to die.
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