The Shakespeare Conference: SHK 13.1571 Tuesday, 2 July 2002
From: Richard Kennedy <
Date: Monday, 01 Jul 2002 08:32:26 -0700
Subject: Dr. Dodypoll
If I were to discover a new poem or play by Shakespeare, I'd discover
these few lines and say that Shakespeare wrote them.
"T'was I that led you through the painted meads,
Where the light fairies danced upon the flowers,
Hanging on every leaf an orient pearl,
Which, struck together with the silken wind
Of their loose mantles, made a silver chime.
T'was I that, winding my shrill bugle horn,
Made a gilt palace break out of the hill,
Filled suddenly with troops of knights and dames,
Who danced and revelled; whilst we sweetly slept
Upon a bed of roses, wrapt all in gold."
But that's not Shakespeare. The author of the above is entirely unknown.
But we know that in the Merchant of Venice Shakespeare wrote this:
"Here we will sit, and let the sounds of music creep in our ears.
Soft stillness and the night become the touches of sweet harmony.
Sit, Jessica. Look how the floor of heaven
Is thick inlaid with patens of bright gold.
There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st
But in his motion like an angel sings,
Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins:
Such harmony is in immortal souls;
But whilst this muddy vesture of decay
Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it."
The above anonymous lines first given are from "The Wisdom of Doctor
Dodypoll", entered Oct 7, 1600,