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.
时代的灵魂!掌声!喜悦!我们舞台的奇迹!我的莎士比亚,上升;我不会让你住在乔叟或斯宾塞家，也不会叫博蒙特再躺一会儿，给你一个房间;你是一座没有坟墓的纪念碑。