WHAT needs my Shakespeare, for his honour'd bones, The labour of an age in piled stones? Or that his hallow'd 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?... The Text of Shakespeare Vindicated from the Interpolations and Corruptions ... - Page xx by Samuel Weller Singer - 1853 - 312 pages Full view -
|