_Raphael’s Own Creation_:—The TRANSFIGURATION, that well-known picture of RAPHAEL, was carried before his body to the grave, doing more real honour to his memory than either his epitaph in the Pantheon, the famous distich of CARDINAL BEMBO, or all the other adulatory verses written on the same occasion.—KEATE. DAVID GARRICK, 1769 (1717-1779) “_Warwickshire._” Ye _Warwickshire_ lads, and ye lasses, See what at our Jubilee passes; Come revel away, rejoice and be glad; For the lad of all lads, was a _Warwickshire_ lad, _Warwickshire_ lad, All be glad; For the lad of all lads, was a _Warwickshire_ lad. Be proud of the charms of your county, Where Nature has lavish’d her bounty; Where much she has giv’n, and some to be spar’d; For the bard of all bards, was a _Warwickshire_ bard, _Warwickshire_ bard, Never pair’d; For the bard of all bards, was a _Warwickshire_ bard. Each shire has its different pleasures, Each shire has its different treasures; But to rare _Warwickshire_, all must submit; For the wit of all wits, was a _Warwickshire_ wit, _Warwickshire_ wit, How he writ! For the wit of all wits, was a _Warwickshire_ wit. Old Ben, Thomas Otway, John Dryden, And half a score more we take pride in; Of famous Will Congreve, we boast too the skill; But the Will of all Wills, was _Warwickshire_ Will, _Warwickshire_ Will, Matchless still; For the Will of all Wills, was a _Warwickshire_ Will. Our Shakespeare compar’d is to no man— Nor Frenchman, nor Grecian, nor Roman; Their swans are all geese, to the Avon’s sweet swan; And the man of all men, was a _Warwickshire_ man, _Warwickshire_ man, Avon’s swan; And the man of all men, was a _Warwickshire_ man. As ven’son is very inviting, To steal it our bard took delight in. To make his friends merry he never was lag; And the wag of all wags, was a _Warwickshire_ wag, _Warwickshire_ wag, Ever brag; For the wag of all wags, was a _Warwickshire_ wag. There never was seen such a creature, Of all she was worth, he robbed Nature; He took all her smiles, and he took all her grief; And the thief of all thieves, was a _Warwickshire_ thief. _Warwickshire_ thief, He’s the chief; For the thief of all thieves, was a _Warwickshire_ chief. “Warwickshire: a Song.” _Shakespeare’s Garland. Being a Collection of New Songs, Ballads, Roundelays, Catches, Glees, Comic Serenades, etc., performed at the Jubilee at Stratford-upon-Avon._ 1769, p. 2. ANONYMOUS, 1769 “_To the Immortal Memory of Shakespeare._”