• In the first seat, in robe of various dyes,
    A noble wildness flashing from his eyes,
    Sat Shakespeare: in one hand a wand he bore,
    For mighty wonders fam'd in days of yore:
    The other held a globe, which to his will
    Obedient turn'd, and own'd the master's skill:
    Things of the noblest kind his genius drew,
    And look'd through nature at a single view:
    A loose he gave to his unbounded soul,
    And taught new lands to rise, new seas to roll;
    Call'd into being scenes unknown before,
    And passing nature's bounds, was something more.

    Charles Churchill (1764). “Poems”, p.12