This was Milton?s first published poem. Milton?s father was the Trustee of the Blackfriars Theatre, which had been winter quarters for the King?s men, for whom Shakespeare acted and wrote many of his plays and this family familiarity may explain Milton?s own sense of intimacy as he addresses Shakespeare as ?my Shakespeare?.

On Shakespeare, 1630

 

What needs my Shakespeare for his honoured bones,
The labor of an age in pil?d stones,
Or that his hallowed relics should be hid
Under a star-ypointing 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
Hast built thyself a live-long monument.
For whilst to th’ shame of slow-endeavouring art,
Thy easy numbers flow, and that each heart
Hath from the leaves of thy unvalued book
Those Delphic lines with deep impression took,
Then thou, our fancy of itself bereaving,
Dost make us marble with too much conceiving;
And so sep?lchred in such pomp dost lie,
That kings for such a tomb would wish to die.

 

 

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