William Shakespeare portrait
    A vision as of crowded city streets,
        With human life in endless overflow;
        Thunder of thoroughfares; trumpets that blow
        To battle; clamor, in obscure retreats,
    Of sailors landed from their anchored fleets;
        Tolling of bells in turrets, and below
        Voices of children, and bright flowers that throw
        O'er garden-walls their intermingled sweets!
    This vision comes to me when I unfold
        The volume of the Poet paramount,
        Whom all the Muses loved, not one alone;--
    Into his hands they put the lyre of gold,
        And, crowned with sacred laurel at their fount,
        Placed him as Musagetes on their throne.

You might enjoy John Milton's poem, On Shakespeare. 1630


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