LIKE Princes crowned they bore them— Like Demi-Gods they wrought, When the New World lay before them In headlong fact and thought. Fate and their foemen proved them Above all meed of praise, And Gloriana loved them, And Shakespeare wrote them plays! . . . . .In flames of wondrous deed, and thought sublime—- Lightly to mould new worlds or lightly loose Words that shall shake and shape all after-time!
Giants with giants, wits with wits engage, |