Here also is the letter which Richard Quyney sent to Shakspeare, asking to borrow thirty pounds.

I hope he did not loan it; for if he did, it was a dead loss.
We went to the church where the poet is buried.

It dates back seven hundred years, but has been often restored.

It has many pictures, and is the sleeping place of many distinguished dead; but one tomb within the chancel absorbs all the attention of the stranger.

For hundreds of years the world has looked upon the unadorned stone lying flat over the dust of William Shakspeare, and read the epitaph written by himself: "Good friend, for Jesus' sake forbeare To dig the dust enclosed here; Bleste be ye man yt spares these stones, And curst be he that moves my bones." Under such anathema the body has slept securely.