Told you the fashion of your own estate,
The secrets of your bosom? Here then round
His monument with reverence while ye stand,
Say to each other: “This was Shakespeare’s form;
Who walk’d in every path of human life,
Felt every passion; and to all mankind
Doth now, will ever, that experience yield
Which his own genius only could acquire.”
Poetical Works. 1805, ii. pp. 136-7.