RENOWNED Spenser, lie a thought more nigh To learned Chaucer, and rare Beaumont lie A little nearer Spenser, to make room For Shakespeare in your threefold, fourfold tomb. To lodge all four in one bed, make a shift Until Doomsday, for hardly will a fift Betwixt this day and that by Fate be slain, For whom your curtains may be drawn again. If your precedency in death doth bar A fourth place in your sacred sepulchre, Under this carved marble of thine own, Sleep, rare tragedian, Shakespeare, sleep alone; Thy unmolested peace, unshared cave Possess as lord, not tenant of thy grave, That unto us and others it may be Honour thereafter to be laid by thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VISION OF BELSHAZZAR by GEORGE GORDON BYRON BLUE-BUTTERFLY DAY by ROBERT FROST ON THE DEATH OF RICHARD WEST by THOMAS GRAY THE PICTURE OF LITTLE T.C. IN A PROSPECT OF FLOWERS by ANDREW MARVELL THE OLD HOKUM BUNCOMBE by ROBERT EMMET SHERWOOD |