Soul of the age!
The applause, delight, the wonder of our stage!
My Shakespeare, rise; I will not lodge thee by
Chaucer or Spenser, or bid Beaumont lie
A little further, to make thee a room;
Thou art a monument, without a tomb,
And art alive still, while thy book doth live,
And we have wits to read, and praise to give.

Lines 17 - 24; this was inspired by a eulogy by William Basse, On Shakespeare: - To the Memory of My Beloved, the Author, Mr. William Shakespeare (1618)