'Tis Summer Time on Bredon, And now the farmers swear: The cattle rise and listen In valleys far and near, And blush at what they hear.But when the m… - Hugh Kingsmill

Hamlet is every man's self-love with all its dreams realized. He wears all the crowns and carries every cross.

Behind the big names of twentieth-century literature there stands a shadow cabinet of writers waiting to take over once the Wind of Change has blown. My own vote goes to Hugh Kingsmill as leader of this opposition.

What, still alive at twenty-two,
A clean upstanding chap like you?What still alive at twenty-two,
Sure, if your throat ’tis hard to slit,
Slit your girl’s, and swing for it.