ROBERT LLOYD, 1760
(1733-1764)
When Shakespeare leads the mind a dance,
From France to England, hence to France,
Talk not to me of time and place;
I own I’m happy in the chase.
Whether the drama’s here or there,
’Tis nature, Shakespeare, everywhere.
The poet’s fancy can create,
Contract, enlarge, annihilate,
Bring past and present close together,