Heaven's now filled with comedy
No history nor tragedy
For heaven's known for the better
A place that never grows old
You partook naught of the nether
So in the former, we shall you behold
But, alas, you were gone so fast
Before our generation could spring to this crust
We miss you but not what you wrote
For in your writings, our pleasures are got
Now you have heaven for a fairest stage
No critics, no death, no tempest rage
So choose your plays carefully
That divine merry may last eternally
And when every Saint an actor you know
Send us on earth some scripts to show