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No. 4.
wilt thou not haply saie
Truth needs no collour with his collour fixt,
Beautie no pensell, beauties truth to lay:
But best is best, if neuer intermixt
Because he needs no praise, wilt thou be dumb?
Excuse not silence so, for’t lies in thee,
To make him much out-liue a gilded tombe:
And to be praised of ages yet to be.
Then do thy office
Contents of No. 10 (not included in the original text)
- and Don Quixote by Ivan Turgeniev
- 'Much Ado about Nothing' by W. J. Rolfe
- Is Shakespeare's Cæsar Ignoble? by Annie Russell Wall
- How Shakespeare Illustrates Bacon by Henry M. Hugunin
- A Glove by Bjórnstjerne Bjórnson, translated by Thyge Sógård (continued)
- Shakespeare and Rhythm by Emma Pratt Mott
- The Comradeship of Anthony and Cleopatra by S. E. Peart
- New Shakesperean Books by P.
- Why are we not a race of poets
- Notes and News
- Shakespeare in Bohemia by Josef Jiří Král
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