From The King To The Beggar, By

This Is The Jew That Shakespeare Drew.

Thou Art Figured Blind, And Yet We Borrow Our Best Sight From Thee.

Oh That Thou Hadst Like Others Been All Words, And No Performance.

Quiet Night, That Brings Best To The Labourer, Is The Outlaw's Day, In Which He Rises Early To Do Wrong, And When His Work Is Ended Dares Not Sleep.

One Grain Of Incense With Devotion Offer'd 's Beyond All Perfumes Of Sabaean Spices.