Mark Akenside

The man forget not, though in rags he lies,
And know the mortal through a crown's disguise.

The man forget not, though in rags he lies,
And know the mortal through a crown's disguise.

Seeks painted trifles and fantastic toys, and eagerly pursues imaginary joys.

Seeks painted trifles and fantastic toys, and eagerly pursues imaginary joys.

Such and so various are the tastes of men.

Such and so various are the tastes of men.

And the veil
Spun from the cobweb fashion of the times,
TO hid the feeling heart?

And the veil
Spun from the cobweb fashion of the times,
TO hid the feeling heart?

This was Shakespeare's form;
Who walked in every path of human life,
Felt every passion; and to read more

This was Shakespeare's form;
Who walked in every path of human life,
Felt every passion; and to all mankind
Doth now, will ever, that experience yield
Which his own genius only could acquire.