William Shakespeare: Shakspeare (whom you and every playhouse bill Style the divine! the matchless! what you will), For gain, not glory, wing

Shakspeare (whom you and every playhouse bill Style the divine! the matchless! w — William Shakespeare

Shakspeare (whom you and every playhouse bill Style the divine! the matchless! what you will), For gain, not glory, wing'd his roving flight , And grew immortal in his own despite.

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