Quotation by JOHN MILTON (1608-1674)

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What needs my Shakespeare for his honored bones

The labor of an age in piled stones?

Or that his hallowed relics should be hid

Under a stary pointing pyramid?

Dear son of memory, great heir of fame,

What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name?

Thou in our wonder and astonishment

Has built thyself a livelong monument.

For whilst, to the shame of slow-endeavoring art,

Thy easy numbers flow, and that each heart

Hath from the leaves of thy unvalued book

These Delphic lines with deep impression took;

Then though, our fancy of itself bereaving,

Dost make us marble with too much conceiving,

And so sepulchred in such pomp dost lie

That kings for such a tomb would wish to die.

JOHN MILTON (1608-1674), On Shakespeare (ll. 1-16),
The Complete Poetry of John Milton, John T. Shawcross, ed. 
(1963, rev. ed. 1971) Doubleday.

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These few first lines of Milton's poignant, telling tribute to the pomp & circumstance in which Shakespeare's fanatic followers celebrate the canon of his creative works, argue in closing "that kings for such a tomb would wish to die" (l. 16). How properly and poignantly put!! Any latter icons of cultural and/or literary achievement sh/would find immense honor were they to acquire nearly just an ounce of the same sort of literary acclaim, stature or prestige as that right noble playwright, the irrefutably genius author of the Elizabethan classics in dramatic literature: Will. Shakespeare!!

Few have, can or could contrive to match the magnitudinous immensity of impact imparted by him, the superhuman hallowed hero of the written stage (dites: "SHAKESPEARE!!"), onto not his culture & society alone, but as well upon each and every dutifully devout and dioramic disciple cultures deliberately deemed admiring adherents or analogues to this genius progenitor to such sumptuously sophisticated literary style(s) of global generic scale.

Shakespeare was, has been, is still to this day, and for ever into the distant future will be considered by many (or else by all!!) not merely didaskalos of the dramatic literary canon, but the one true universally esteemed, accepted...and thus, unto vehemently adhered...argon eponymous (i.e., "patriarch" or "patron [saint]") of all obviously occidental traditions of theatrical poetry in performance.

John Milton succeeds so very well at eloquently enunciating the elaborately evocative and immeasurable magnitude of Shakespeare's influence on more than just the Theatre World, but on the entire Elizabethan (and post-Elizabethan) polis, in general, as well. Society would ne'er so well be such the same without the heavenly hallowed, consecrated contributions of our heuristically humble and unhubristic, sophron hero of the stage: Shakespeare.

And Oi!! Does Milton do him justice better than I!! ME? I.E., the garishly garrulous and spuriously specious simpleton, who here cites such less than simple sophistry as propitious pontification or mere petty platitudinous parlance of opinion on the matter!! How plainly plebeian and frivolous!! How flagrantly, flagitiously mundane my motivations be to ignominiously inculcate the already willfully well-educated multitudes in cyberspace, who, wincing at my execrably desolate, dissipated and laboriously loquacious declarations, want nothing of my nominally nefand expiation and atonement for the pseudo-propitiation of the quasi-eloquent (or far from so!), proudly pompous putridity of my pedantic prosaicism.

Pardon! Habit harangues me for the unfettered fetid fervor with which I phrase my constatively contrived conclusions. Lest Will Shakespeare would have been less loquacious, and if so, then far less stoically spurious in spirit and in saying as myself. So be it! Should anyone deem my licentious elocution worthy of two to three trite triflingly thoughtful remarks, then I unwincingly welcome ferociously fervid (better yet, much less flagrantly fallacious!) imprecation.

Bedamn me my blasphemy!! Deserved be I of your astutely acute abhorrence and anathemas against my arguably ill-aligned, airish and asininely alliterative assertions. I patiently await your counterpointed arguments, observations and/or opinions of my OH! SO! petulantly obsequious, sycophantic remarks.

"What needs my Shakespeare for his honored bones." Columbia World of Quotations. Columbia University Press, 1996. 09 Aug. 2010. http://quotes.dictionary.com/What_needs_my_Shakespeare_for_his_honored_bones>.

Abhorrently proud of my pedantry, yet still so...
Respectfully submitted,

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