What needs my Shakespeare for his honored bones
The labor of an age in piled stones?
Or that his hallowed reliques should be hid
Under a star-ypointing pyramid?
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Quite, thy erst'while poet... Tho'he ne're kno'it. Lo' he went well blind, in'visioned, speak... Lest ye words, unheaded leak? In trouble'd with thy steadied law... In health, hath plum'ted to a most slow paced, crawl. Great poem, God bless us all-MJG.
this poem was written by John Milton in 1630