Since which three hundred years have been
Food for reflection, here the thinking mind,
“And good in everything” we ought to find.
From out the walls in fancy we might trace
Macbeth, Hamlet, and King Richard’s face;
And all the clouds that on this house have lowered,
Look frowningly, as ’twere upon a coward,
Who thus stands meekly by this sacred wood,
Nor helps to save it for its country’s good.
But let it go, our Shakespeare needs no fame,