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Vpon the Lines and Life of the Famous Scenicke Poet, Maſter William SHAKESPEARE.

Hoſe hands, which you ſo clapt, go now, and wring
Yon Britaines braue; 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 Phœbus clouds his rayes:
That corp's, that coffin now beſticke thoſe bayes,
Which crown'd him Poet firſt, then Poets King.
If Tragedies might any Prologue haue,
All thoſe he made, would ſcarſe make one to this:
Where Fame, now that he gone is to the graue
(Deaths publique tyring houſe) the Nuncius is.
For though his line of life went ſoone about,
The life yet of his lines ſhall neuer out.

HVGH HOLLAND.