Ocupation: Poet
Life: 1564 - April 23, 1616
Birthday: 1564
Death: April 23
What early tongue so sweet saluteth me? Young son, it argues a distemper'd head So soon to bid good morrow to thy bed: Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye, And where care lodges, sleep will never lie; But where unbruised youth with unstuff'd brain Doth couch his limbs, there golden sleep doth reign.
source: William Shakespeare (2014). “Arden Shakespeare Complete Works”, p.1019, Bloomsbury Publishing
topic: Sweet, Lying, Sleep, Young Sons