Sonnets of Shakespeare's Ghost by Gregory Thornton

Hadst thou been such as, boasting of their birth, Pass by the humbler-born with proud disdain, Making self-merit of the antique worth Whereby some sire that state for them did gain;

Had riches' dross so reign'd in thy respect, That riches' lack were deem'd by thee disgrace; Of thy rare parts had 't been the rude effect, That cruel pride held gentle pity's place;