Ocupation: Poet
Life: 1564 - April 23, 1616
Birthday: 1564
Death: April 23
Though now this grained face of mine be hid In sap-consuming winter's drizzled snow, And all the conduits of my blood froze up, Yet hath my night of life some memory, My wasting lamps some fading glimmer left, My dull deaf ears a little use to hear.
source: William Shakespeare (2003). “The Comedy of Errors”, p.174, Oxford University Press, USA
topic: Memories, Winter, Night, Deaf Ears