Were Shakspeare born a twin, his lunar twin <br />(Not of the golden but the silver bow) <br />Should be like thee: so, with such eyes and brow, <br />Sweeten his looks, so, with her dear sex in <br />His voice, (a king's words writ out by the queen,) <br />Unman his bearded English, and, with flow <br />Of breastfull robes about her female snow, <br />Present the lordly brother. Oh Last-of-kin, <br />There be ambitious women here on earth <br />Who will not thank thee to have sung so well! <br />Apollo and Diana are one birth, <br />Pollux and Helen break a single shell. <br />Who now may hope? While Adam was alone <br />Eve was to come. She came; God's work was done.<br /><br />Sydney Thompson Dobell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-the-authoress-of/
