To the Memory of the Deceased Author, Master W. Shakespeare by Leonard Digges
Prefatory poem in Shakespeare's First Folio (1623)
770139To the Memory of the Deceased Author, Master W. ShakespeareLeonard Digges
Shakespeare, at length thy pious fellows give
The world thy works. Thy works, by which, out-live
Thy tomb, thy name must. When that stone is rent
And time dissolves thy Stratford monument,
Here we alive shall view thee still. This book,
When brass and marble fade, shall make thee look
Fresh to all ages. When posterit
Shall loathe what's new, think all is protege
That is not Shakespeare’s, every line, each verse
Here shall revive, redeem thee from thy hearse.
Nor fire, nor cankering age, as Naso said,
Of his, thy wit-fraught book shall once invade.
Nor shall I e're believe, or think thee dead.
(Though missed) until our bankrout stage be sped
(Impossible!) with some new strain t'out-do
Passions of Juliet, and her Romeo;
Or till I hear a scene more nobly take,
Than when thy half-sword parlaying Romans spake.
Till these, till any of thy volumes rest
Shall with more fire, more feeling be expressed,
Be sure, our Shakespeare, thou canst never die,
But crowned with laurel, live eternally.