In trying to recollect any other author, one sometimes stumbles, in case of failure, on a word as good. In Shakespeare, any other word but the true one, is sure to be wrong.[234:1]
Ibid., p. 108.
Shakespeare was the least of a coxcomb of any one that ever lived, and much of a gentleman.
Ibid., p. 111.
. . . Divinest Shakespeare’s might
Fills Avon and the world with light,
Like omniscient power which he