Shakespeare Poem by Philip Henry Savage

Shakespeare



THROUGH time untimed, if truly great, a Name
Reverence compels and, that forgotten, shame.
But in the stress of living you shall scan,
Yea, touch and censure, great or small, the Man.

Monday, October 18, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: forgotten
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