Ocupation: Poet
Life: 1564 - April 23, 1616
Birthday: 1564
Death: April 23
No, no, no, no! Come, let's away to prison: We two alone will sing like birds i' the cage: When thou dost ask me blessing, I'll kneel down, And ask of thee forgiveness: so we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues Talk of court news; and we'll talk with them too, Who loses and who wins; who's in, who's out; And take upon's the mystery of things, As if we were God's spies: and we'll wear out, In a wall'd prison, packs and sects of great ones, That ebb and flow by the moon.
source: 'King Lear' (1605-6) act 5, sc. 3, l. 8
topic: Wall, Butterfly, Blessing, Cordelia, Gilded