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I'VE painted SHAKESPEARE all my life	A
quot An infant quot even then at quot play quot	B
quot A boy quot with stage ambition rife	A
Then quot Married to ANN HATHAWAY quot	B
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quot The bard's first ticket night quot or quot ben quot	B
His quot First appearance on the stage quot	B
His quot Call before the curtain quot then	C
quot Rejoicings when he came of age quot	B
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The bard play writing in his room	D
The bard a humble lawyer's clerk	E
The bard a lawyer parson groom	D
The bard deer stealing after dark	F
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The bard a tradesman and a Jew	G
The bard a botanist a beak	H
The bard a skilled musician too	G
A sheriff and a surgeon eke	H
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Yet critics say a friendly stock	I
That though it's evident I try	J
Yet even I can barely mock	I
The glimmer of his wondrous eye	J
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One morning as a work I framed	B
There passed a person walking hard	B
quot My gracious goodness quot I exclaimed	B
quot How very like my dear old bard	B
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quot Oh what a model he would make quot	B
I rushed outside impulsive me	K
quot Forgive the liberty I take	L
But you're so very quot quot Stop quot said he	K
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quot You needn't waste your breath or time	M
I know what you are going to say	N
That you're an artist and that I'm	M
Remarkably like SHAKESPEARE Eh	O
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quot You wish that I would sit to you quot	B
I clasped him madly round the waist	B
And breathlessly replied quot I do quot	B
quot All right quot said he quot but please make haste quot	B
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I led him by his hallowed sleeve	P
And worked away at him apace	Q
I painted him till dewy eve	P
There never was a nobler face	Q
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quot Oh sir quot I said quot a fortune grand	B
Is yours by dint of merest chance	R
To sport HIS brow at second hand	B
To wear HIS cast off countenance	S
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quot To rub HIS eyes whene'er they ache	L
To wear HIS baldness ere you're old	B
To clean HIS teeth when you awake	L
To blow HIS nose when you've a cold quot	B
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His eyeballs glistened in his eyes	T
I sat and watched and smoked my pipe	U
quot Bravo quot I said quot I recognize	T
The phrensy of your prototype quot	B
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His scanty hair he wildly tore	V
quot That's right quot said I quot it shows your breed quot	B
He danced he stamped he wildly swore	V
quot Bless me that's very fine indeed quot	B
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quot Sir quot said the grand Shakesperian boy	W
Continuing to blaze away	N
quot You think my face a source of joy	W
That shows you know not what you say	N
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quot Forgive these yells and cellar flaps	X
I'm always thrown in some such state	B
When on his face well meaning chaps	X
This wretched man congratulate	B
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quot For oh this face this pointed chin	Y
This nose this brow these eyeballs too	B
Have always been the origin	Z
Of all the woes I ever knew	B
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quot If to the play my way I find	B
To see a grand Shakesperian piece	A2
I have no rest no ease of mind	B
Until the author's puppets cease	A2
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quot Men nudge each other thus and say	N
'This certainly is SHAKESPEARE'S son '	-
And merry wags of course in play	N
Cry 'Author ' when the piece is done	Z
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quot In church the people stare at me	K
Their soul the sermon never binds	B2
I catch them looking round to see	K
And thoughts of SHAKESPEARE fill their minds	B2
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quot And sculptors fraught with cunning wile	C2
Who find it difficult to crown	D2
A bust with BROWN'S insipid smile	C2
Or TOMKINS'S unmannered frown	D2
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quot Yet boldly make my face their own	E2
When oh presumption they require	F2
To animate a paving stone	E2
With SHAKESPEARE'S intellectual fire	F2
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quot At parties where young ladies gaze	G2
And I attempt to speak my joy	W
'Hush pray ' some lovely creature says	H2
'The fond illusion don't destroy '	-
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quot Whene'er I speak my soul is wrung	I2
With these or some such whisperings	H2
''Tis pity that a SHAKESPEARE'S tongue	I2
Should say such un Shakesperian things '	-
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quot I should not thus be criticised	B
Had I a face of common wont	B
Don't envy me now be advised quot	B
And now I think of it I don't	B

William Schwenck Gilbert

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