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Shadows are in reality, when the sun is shining, the most conspicuous thing in a landscape, next to the highest lights.— RUSKIN — Painting.

Chequer'd shadow.— Shakespeare — Titus Andronicus. Act II. Sc. 3. L. 15.

Come like shadows, so depart!— Shakespeare — Macbeth. Act IV. Sc. 1. L. 111.

Shadows to-night Have struck more terror to the soul of Richard Than can the substance of ten thousand soldiers Armed in proof, and led by shallow Richmond.— Shakespeare — Richard III. Act V. Sc. 3. L. 216.

Some there be that shadows kiss; Such have but a shadow's bliss. S.— Shakespeare — Merchant of Venice. Act II. Sc. 9. L. 66.

This was Shakespeare's form; Who walked in every path of human life, Felt every passion; and to all mankind Doth now, will ever, that experience yield Which his own genius only could acquire.— AKENSIDE — Inscription. IV.

Others abide our question. Thou art free. We ask and ask-Thou smilest and art still, Out-topping knowledge.— MATTHEW ARNOLD — Shakespeare.

There, Shakespeare, on whose forehead climb The crowns o' the world. Oh, eyes sublime With tears and laughter for all time.— E. B. BROWNING — A Vision of Poets.

"With this same key Shakespeare unlocked his heart," once more! Did Shakespeare? If so, the less Shakespeare he!— ROBERT BROWNING — House. X.

If I say that Shakespeare is the greatest of intellects, I have said all concerning him. But there is more in Shakespeare's intellect than we have yet seen. It is what I call an unconscious intellect; there is more virtue in it than he himself is aware of.— CARLYLE — Essays. Characteristics of

Shakespeare. Our myriad-minded Shakespeare.— COLERIDGE — Biographia Literaria. Ch. XV.

When great poets sing, Into the night new constellations spring, With music in the air that dulls the craft Of rhetoric. So when Shakespeare sang or laughed The world with long, sweet Alpine echoes thrilled Voiceless to scholars' tongues no muse had filled With melody divine.— C. P. CRANCH — Shakespeare.

But Shakespeare's magic could not copied be; Within that circle none durst walk but he.— DRYDEN — The Tempest. Prologue.

Nor sequent centuries could hit Orbit and sum of Shakespeare's wit.— EMERSON — May Day and Other Pieces. Solution. L. 39.

The passages of Shakespeare that we most prize were never quoted until within this century.— EMERSON — Letters and Social Aims.

Quotation and Originality. What point of morals, of manners, of economy, of philosophy, of religion, of taste, of the conduct of life, has he not settled? What mystery has he not signified his knowledge of? What office, or function, or district of man's work, has he not remembered? What king has he not taught state, as Talma taught Napoleon? What maiden has not found him finer than her delicacy? What lover has he not outloved? What sage has he not outseen? What gentleman has he not instructed in the rudeness of his behavior?— EMERSON — Representative Men.

Shakespeare. When Shakespeare is charged with debts to his authors, Landor replies, "Yet he was more original than his originals. He breathed upon dead bodies and brought them into life."— EMERSON — Letters and Social Aims.

Quotation and Originality. Now you who rhyme, and I who rhyme, Have not we sworn it, many a time, That we no more our verse would scrawl, For Shakespeare he had said it all!— R. W. GILDER — The Modern Rhymer.

For a good poet's made, as well as born, And such wast thou! Look how the father's face Lives in his issue; even so the race Of Shakespeare's mind and manners brightly shine In his well-turned and true-filèd lines; In each of which he seems to shake a lance, As brandished at the eyes of ignorance.— BEN JONSON — Lines to the Memory of

Shakespeare. He was not of an age, but for all time! And all the Muses still were in their prime, When, like Apollo, he came forth to warm Our ears, or like a Mercury to charm!— BEN JONSON — Lines to the Memory of

Shakespeare. I remember, the players have often mentioned it as an honour to Shakespeare, that in his writing (whatsoever he penned) he never blotted out a line. My answer hath been, would he had blotted a thousand.— BEN JONSON — Discoveries. De

Shakespeare nostrat.

Nature herself was proud of his designs, And joyed to wear the dressing of his lines! Which were so richly spun, and woven so fit, As since, she will vouchsafe no other wit.— BEN JONSON — Lines to the Memory of

Shakespeare. Soul of the Age! The applause! delight! the wonder of our stage! My Shakespeare rise! I will not lodge thee by Chaucer, or Spenser, or bid Beaumont lie A little further off, to make thee room : Thou art a monument without a tomb, And art alive still, while thy book doth live And we have wits to read, and praise to give.— BEN JONSON — Lines to the Memory of

Shakespeare. Sweet Swan of Avon! What a sight it were To see thee in our water yet appear.— BEN JONSON — Lines to the Memory of

Shakespeare. This figure that thou here seest put, It was for gentle Shakespeare cut, Wherein the graver had a strife With Nature, to outdo the life: Oh, could he but have drawn his wit As well in brass, as he has hit His face, the print would then surpass All that was ever writ in brass; But since he cannot, reader, look Not on his picture, but his book.— BEN JONSON — Lines on a Picture of

Shakespeare. *** Thou hadst small Latin and less Greek.— BEN JONSON — Lines to the Memory of

Shakespeare. Shakespeare is not our poet, but the world's, Therefore on him no speech!— WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR — To Robert Browning. L. 5.

Then to the well-trod stage anon If Jonson's learned sock be on, Or sweetest Shakespeare, Fancy's child, Warble his native wood-notes wild.— MILTON — L'Allegro. L. 131.

What needs my Shakespeare for his honored bones The labors of an age in piled stones? Or that his hallowed reliques should be hid Under a star-y-pointing pyramid? Dear son of Memory, great heir of fame, What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name? Thou in our wonder and astonishment Hath built thyself a livelong monument.— MILTON — An Epitaph.

Shakspeare (whom you and every playhouse bill Style the divine! the matchless! what you will), For gain, not glory, wing'd his roving flight, And grew immortal in his own despite.— POPE — Imitations of Horace. Ep. I. Bk. II. L. 69.

Few of the university pen plaies well, they smell too much of that writer Ovid and that writer Metamorphosis and talk too much of Proserpina and Jupiter. Why, here's our fellow Shakespeare puts them all down. Aye, and Ben Jonson too. O that B. J. is a pestilent fellow, he brought up Horace giving the poets a pill, but our fellow, Shakespeare, hath given him a purge that made him beray his credit. The Return from Parnassus; or, the— Shakespeare — Scourge of Simony. Act IV. Sc. 3.

Shikspur, Shikspur Who wrote it? No, I never read Shikspur. Then you have an immense pleasure to come.— JAMES TOWNLEY — High Life Below

Scorn not the Sonnet. Critic, you have frowned, Mindless of its just honours; with this key Shakespeare unlocked his heart.— WORDSWORTH — Scorn not the Sonnet.