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 along our roads with step So active, so inquiring eye, or tongue So varied in discourse.
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There is delight in singing, though none hear Beside the singer.
Permalink to quote #7 The Siren waits thee, singing song for song.
Permalink to quote #9 When we play the fool, how wide The theatre expands! beside, How long the audience sits before us! How many prompters! what a chorus!
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