"With this same key Shakespeare unlocked his heart," once more! Did Shakespeare? If so, the less Shakespeare be!

The aim, if reached or not, makes great the life: Try to be Shakespeare, leave the rest to fate!

There, Shakespeare, on whose forehead climb The crowns o' the world. Oh, eyes sublime With tears and laughter for all time.

Still ailing, Wind? Wilt be appeased or no?

Reads verse and thinks she understands.

Four great walls in the New Jerusalem, / Meted on each side by the angel's reed, / For Leonard, Rafael, Agnolo and me / To cover.