204Vpon the Lines and Life of the Famous

207THose hands, which you so clapt, go now, and wring

208You Britaines braue; for done are Shakespeares dayes:

209His dayes are done, that made the dainty Playes,

210Which made the Globe of heau'n and earth to ring.

211Dry'de is that veine, dry'd is the Thespian Spring,

212Turn'd all to teares, and Phoebus clouds his rayes:

213That corp's, that coffin now besticke those bayes,

214Which crown'd him Poet first, then Poets King.

215If Tragedies might any Prologue haue,

216All those he made, would scarse make one to this:

217Where Fame, now that he gone is to the graue

218(Deaths publique tyring-house) the Nuncius is.

219 For though his line of life went soone about,

220 The life yet of his lines shall neuer out.