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TO THE MEMORIE of the deceaed Authour Maiter

SHake-peare, at length thy pious fellowes giue The world thy Workes: thy Workes by which, out line Thy Tombe, thy name mut when that tone is rent, And Time diolues thy Stratford Muniment, Here we aliue hall view thee till. This Booke, When Brae and Marble fade, hall make thee looke Freh to all Ages: when Potertie Shall loath what's new,thinke all'is prodegie That is not Shake-peares; eu'ry line,each Vere Here hall reuiue, redeeme thee from thy Here. Nor Tire,nor cankring Age,as Nao aid, Of his,thy wit-fraught Book ehall once inuade. Nor hall I e're beleeue, or thinke thee dead (Though mit) vntill our bankrout Stage be ped (Imposible) with ome new traine t'out-do Pasions of Iuliet,and her Romeo; Or till I heare a Scene more nobly take, Then when thy half Sword parlying Romans pake. Till thee,till any of thy Volumes ret Shall with more fire,more feeling be expret, Be ure,our Shakespeare, thou cant neuer dye, But crown'd with Lawrell,liue eternally. L.Digges.

To the memorie of M.W. Shake-peare.

WEE wondred (Shake-peare) that thou went't o oone From the Worlds>Stage,to the Graues-Tyring-roome. Wee thought thee dead, but this thy printed toorth, Tels thy Spectators,that thou went't but forth To enter faith applaue. An Actors Art, Can dye,and line,to acte a econd part. That's but an Exit of Mortalitie; This, a Re-entrance to a Plaudite.

I.M