Whilst but a youth, at Stratford-upon-Avon

Whilst but a youth, at Stratford-upon-Avon, He stole, poor lad! away from one Sir Thomas Lucy. A lucky day was that for “Will,”— When he began his “comedy of errors,”— Startling, withal, men’s minds for ever and anon! Erst chalking satire on the knighted-man’s own gateway. “Measure for measure,” penn’d his quill, And left poor Lucy, first to taste his terrors.