Hierarchy of Angels

by Thomas Heywood

Mellifluous Shakespeare, whose enchanting quill Commanded mirth or passion, was but Will; And famous Jonson, though his learnèd pen He dipped in Castaly, is still but Ben. Fletcher and Webster, of that learnèd pack None of the meanest, was but Jack; Dekker but Tom, nor May, nor Middleton, And he’s but now Jack Ford that once was John.

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