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In his own words
Over one thousand words I have exposed
and fitted right champion to the tongue,
note, some I ungraved, some, unretired,
if asked ' Who's hot-blood, metamorphized these?'
Tell them, William Shakespeare, esquire
(make strong hints as to my Unknightedness!)
late of St Helen's parish, Bishopsgate,
London, now home again, in my birthplace
in our New Place, Stratford -upon-Avon.
Once I had youth's Friday nights eagerness
to belly forth to embrace employment
of my pen's knife, in theatrical style,
but hitherto my morning's of Monday's
become drab, unrapt, lacking all lustre,
mayhap it's these fifty-two winter's past?
No doubt, as my name dwindles, some bandit
all green-eyed, dauntless, will elbow me out.
Though, I'll be unaware, I, asunder
the self of me, engraved, inaudible,
all my swaggering pageantry dwindled
down to the finality of this, full stop.
and fitted right champion to the tongue,
note, some I ungraved, some, unretired,
if asked ' Who's hot-blood, metamorphized these?'
Tell them, William Shakespeare, esquire
(make strong hints as to my Unknightedness!)
late of St Helen's parish, Bishopsgate,
London, now home again, in my birthplace
in our New Place, Stratford -upon-Avon.
Once I had youth's Friday nights eagerness
to belly forth to embrace employment
of my pen's knife, in theatrical style,
but hitherto my morning's of Monday's
become drab, unrapt, lacking all lustre,
mayhap it's these fifty-two winter's past?
No doubt, as my name dwindles, some bandit
all green-eyed, dauntless, will elbow me out.
Though, I'll be unaware, I, asunder
the self of me, engraved, inaudible,
all my swaggering pageantry dwindled
down to the finality of this, full stop.
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