There is delight in singing, though none hear Beside the singer.

When we play the fool, how wide The theatre expands! beside, How long the audience sits before us! How many prompters! what a chorus!

Shakespeare is not our poet, but the world's, Therefore on him no speech! and brief for thee, Browning! Since Chaucer was alive and hale, No man hath walked al…

'Tis verse that gives Immortal youth to mortal maids.