Bow down as we behold what Shakespeare made,
And see how age new meaning simply finds,
And gives a deeper, richer, darker shade.
Need anything be said to add to this?
Need anyone be charged to add a word?
When not a single syllable's amiss,
And so much deep emotion has been stirred.
To hold a mirror up to us on earth,
So we can see ourselves just as we are,
And we can see what human life is worth
As we float round upon our wooden star.
And all the world is staged with all our parts,
Revolving round our placid floating hearts.
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