William Shakespeare accepts an Edgar for Hamlet . . .
My Edgar’s eyes are nothing like the sun;
The sky is far more fair than his coat’s blue;
If lips be red, why then he must have none;
If hair be soft, his must be made of glue.
I have seen roses damasked, red and white,
But no such roses see I in his cheeks;
And caterpillar eyebrows, like his, might
Be elsewhere found on circus sideshow freaks.
In many velvet paintings there’s more art
Than issues from poor Edgar’s poor sad face –
A bobble head shows more of mind and heart;
A mug like his ne’er graced a Grecian vase.
And yet, by heaven, I think my Edgar as rare
As any prize belied with false compare.