"Men nudge each other-thus—and say, 'This certainly is Shakespeare's son,' And merry wags (of course in play) Cry Author,' when the piece is done. "In church the people stare at me, Their soul the sermon never binds; I catch them looking round to see, And thoughts of Shakespeare fill their minds. "And sculptors, fraught with cunning wile, A bust with Brown's insipid smile "Yet boldly make my face their own, When (oh, presumption!) they require To animate a paving-stone With Shakespeare's intellectual fire. "At parties where young ladies gaze, "Whene'er I speak, my soul is wrung With these or some such whisperings: "Tis pity that a Shakespeare's tongue Should say such un-Shakespearean things! "I should not thus be criticised Had I a face of common wont: Reprinted from Fun, 14 Nov. 1868. "Let us, like merchants, show our foulest wares." "In the county of Gloster, justice of the peace, and coram.” Merry Wives of Windsor, 1. i. OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES, 1872 (1809-1894) I WONDER if anything like this ever happened: Author writing, "To be, or not to be: that is the question: Whether 'tis nobl—” "William, shall we have pudding to-day, or flapjacks?" Flapjacks an it please thee, Anne, or a pudding for that matter; or what thou wilt, good woman, so thou come not betwixt me and my thought." Exit Mistress Anne, with strongly accented closing of the door, and murmurs to the effect: "Ay, marry, 'tis well for thee to talk as if thou hadst no stomach to fill. We poor wives must swink for our masters, while they sit in their arm-chairs, growing as great in the girth through laziness as that ill-mannered old fat man, William, hath writ of in his books of players' stuff. One had as well meddle with a porkpen, which hath thorns all over him, as try to deal with William when his eyes be rolling in that mad way." William-writing once more-after an exclamation in strong English of the older pattern,— "Whether 'tis nobler-nobler-nobler To do what? O these women! these women! to have puddings or flapjacks! Oh! "Whether 'tis nobler-in the mind-to suffer The slings-and arrows-of Oh! Oh! these women! I'll e'en step over to the parson's, and have a cup of sack with his reverence, for methinks Master Hamlet hath forgot that which was just now on his lips to speak." The Poet at the Breakfast-Table, 1872, pp. 10-11. THEODORE WATTS-DUNTON, 1897 "Shakespeare's Friend speaks." To sing the nation's song, or do the deed Yea, goal and guerdon too, though Scorn should aim But if the fates withhold the joy from me Him will I hail as my more noble brother- Enough for me who have our Shakespeare's love For Will is he; enough and far above All other prizes to make rich my soul. "Christmas at the Mermaid." The Coming of Love, and Other Poems, 1898 [1897]. |