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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538923" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>An Unfortunate Likeness</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'VE painted SHAKESPEARE all my life -<br>"An infant" (even then at "play"!)<br>"A boy," with stage-ambition rife,<br>Then "Married to ANN HATHAWAY."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"The bard's first ticket night" (or "ben."),<br>His "First appearance on the stage,"<br>His "Call before the curtain" - then<br>"Rejoicings when he came of age."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The bard play-writing in his room,<br>The bard a humble lawyer's clerk.<br>The bard a lawyer (3) - parson (4) - groom (5) -<br>The bard deer-stealing, after dark.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The bard a tradesman (6) - and a Jew (7) -<br>The bard a botanist (8) - a beak (9) -<br>The bard a skilled musician (10) too -<br>A sheriff (11) and a surgeon (12) eke!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet critics say (a friendly stock)<br>That, though it's evident I try,<br>Yet even I can barely mock<br>The glimmer of his wondrous eye!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One morning as a work I framed,<br>There passed a person, walking hard:<br>"My gracious goodness," I exclaimed,<br>"How very like my dear old bard!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Oh, what a model he would make!"<br>I rushed outside - impulsive me! -<br>"Forgive the liberty I take,<br>But you're so very" - "Stop!" said he.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"You needn't waste your breath or time, -<br>I know what you are going to say, -<br>That you're an artist, and that I'm<br>Remarkably like SHAKESPEARE. Eh?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"You wish that I would sit to you?"<br>I clasped him madly round the waist,<br>And breathlessly replied, "I do!"<br>"All right," said he, "but please make haste."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I led him by his hallowed sleeve,<br>And worked away at him apace,<br>I painted him till dewy eve, -<br>There never was a nobler face!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Oh, sir," I said, "a fortune grand<br>Is yours, by dint of merest chance, -<br>To sport HIS brow at second-hand,<br>To wear HIS cast-off countenance!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"To rub HIS eyes whene'er they ache -<br>To wear HIS baldness ere you're old -<br>To clean HIS teeth when you awake -<br>To blow HIS nose when you've a cold!"</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His eyeballs glistened in his eyes -<br>I sat and watched and smoked my pipe;<br>"Bravo!" I said, "I recognize<br>The phrensy of your prototype!"</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His scanty hair he wildly tore:<br>"That's right," said I, "it shows your breed."<br>He danced - he stamped - he wildly swore -<br>"Bless me, that's very fine indeed!"</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Sir," said the grand Shakesperian boy<br>(Continuing to blaze away),<br>"You think my face a source of joy;<br>That shows you know not what you say.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Forgive these yells and cellar-flaps:<br>I'm always thrown in some such state<br>When on his face well-meaning chaps<br>This wretched man congratulate.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"For, oh! this face - this pointed chin -<br>This nose - this brow - these eyeballs too,<br>Have always been the origin<br>Of all the woes I ever knew!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"If to the play my way I find,<br>To see a grand Shakesperian piece,<br>I have no rest, no ease of mind<br>Until the author's puppets cease.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Men nudge each other - thus - and say,<br>'This certainly is SHAKESPEARE'S son,'<br>And merry wags (of course in play)<br>Cry 'Author!' when the piece is done.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"In church the people stare at me,<br>Their soul the sermon never binds;<br>I catch them looking round to see,<br>And thoughts of SHAKESPEARE fill their minds.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"And sculptors, fraught with cunning wile,<br>Who find it difficult to crown<br>A bust with BROWN'S insipid smile,<br>Or TOMKINS'S unmannered frown,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Yet boldly make my face their own,<br>When (oh, presumption!) they require<br>To animate a paving-stone<br>With SHAKESPEARE'S intellectual fire.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"At parties where young ladies gaze,<br>And I attempt to speak my joy,<br>'Hush, pray,' some lovely creature says,<br>'The fond illusion don't destroy!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Whene'er I speak, my soul is wrung<br>With these or some such whisperings:<br>''Tis pity that a SHAKESPEARE'S tongue<br>Should say such un-Shakesperian things!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"I should not thus be criticised<br>Had I a face of common wont:<br>Don't envy me - now, be advised!"<br>And, now I think of it, I don't!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Schwenck+Gilbert">William Schwenck Gilbert</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538923" data-title="An Unfortunate Likeness de William Schwenck Gilbert" data-description="I'VE painted SHAKESPEARE all my life - "An infant" (even then at "play"!) 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