**** ROTATE **** **** ROTATE **** **** ROTATE **** **** ROTATE ****

Find this Story

Print, a form you can hold

Wireless download to your Amazon Kindle

Look for a summary or analysis of this Poem.

Enjoy this? Share it!

by [?]

I see all human wits
Are measured but a few;
Unmeasured still my Shakespeare sits,
Lone as the blessed Jew.