Shakespeare and I

I was floating in ethereal sphere
When I met my Shakespeare dear,
He saw my downcast aspect
And said with all respect;

"What ails thee, my dear?
Thy countenance showeth deep fear,
Unburden thy heart to me
That I may succour thee",

"I'm hurt by unfair criticism,
They don't appreciate my witticism, 
Poisonous darts they let fly,
And make me in anguish sigh;"

Said he, after a hearty laugh,
"You're surely not far off,
It's true,...