Leonard Digges, To the Memory of the Deceased Author… (1910)
“ 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. ”
