"The Plays of William Shakespeare" Painting by John Gilbert

"The Plays of William Shakespeare"
• Painting by John Gilbert •

Existence is men to brighten out of the darken days

When characters stands a mirrow reflecting reality,

Our charitable gratuity and all rounded life ways,

Dost thee stranger amidst dirge beacon amenity?

Life's a vial fill'd with dole and curative substances,

Squash wisely when a breath resides thy airy lung,

It's upward, then down the trail thou maketh chances,

Paint thee then history with thine exact plays unsung,

Where then the Timon of Athens dost truly trodden,

Beneath shelters of selfish and mean and hypocrite,

The comic Midsummer Night's Dream bellow lolly,

From tis Duke of Athens unto Hippolyta, an Aphrodite,

Life be yet farcical dreams and supernatural thrills,

Where the bees suck on dangling tree branch pluck,

Then i remember thee, Merchant of Venice that grills,

For fortuneless noblemen who rill round and stuck,

I welcome more of thee, Twelfth Night as you may like it,

Strolling beneath some perfect musings of moonlight,

Then singing unto heavens, some catcalls of Macbeth,

Shakespeare's rack pack, mayet turn thereafter as sunlit,

Those writ bears about a world; where its made blue skies,

Above the tallest walls of kingdoms and ageless of ages,

Men have turned towards wisdom that made them guise,

So that which doth grows may grow through learning stages,

All plays made eloquent actions above the howling senses'

Not with lost toil thou labourest through the darkest nights,

Earth doth breathe thy writ, and mark them everlasting lights,

While lastly thou makest the heaven thou hoped for as home.

© Charles David

12/12/2019