TO CHARLES KEMBLE, ESQUIRE, LONDON.
Good Cassio, Charles, Mercutio, Benedick,
(Of all your names I scarce know which to pick,)
Colossal relic of the nobler time
When great John Philip trod the scene sublime;
Ay, true Colossus, for like that which strode
From shore to shore, while seas beneath him flowed,
You seem to stand between two generations,
High o’er the tide of Time and its mutations;
Be not alarmed; this comes not from a dun,