Is Shakespeare Dead? / From My Autobiography

ry one has said it, no one doubts it. Also, he had humor, humor in rich abundance, and always wanting to break out. We have no evidence of any kind that Shakespeare of St

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pressly, more weightily, or suffered less emptiness, less idleness, in what he uttered. No member of his speech

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as not difficult for such an intellect to discover many irresistible arguments in favor of such a scheme. He conducted the great case of the Post Nati in the Exchequer Chamber; and the dec

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und leisure for letters and philosophy. The noble treatise on the Advancement of Lea

eded from any other writer would have been considered as

uished men of learning had been permitted to see portions of that extrao

s afterward made up, acknowledged that "in all proposals and plots in that book, Bacon showed himself a master workman"; and that "it could not be gainsa

ared, with additions surpassing the orig

e most glorious, and the most useful that even his mighty powers could have achiev

would have satisfied the appetite of any other man for hard work, but Bacon had to a

distractions and vexations, increase the regret with which we think on the many years which he ha

ouse of Tudor, a body of National History, a Philosophical Romance. He made extensive and val

his time to his contentment, and quie

s mind. The best jestbook in the world is that which he dictated from memory, without ref

ow light upon Bacon, and seem to indicate-and maybe demon

n amplitude of comprehension such as has neve

liarity in the ordering of a house, a garden or a court-masque, could escape th

Prince Ahmed: fold it, and it seemed a toy for the hand of a lady; spre

ll men was a knowledge of the mutual re

one, to his uncle, Lord Burleigh, he said, "

the weapons of logic, he adorned her profusel

ike his wit, so powerful as occasionally to usurp the p

nt volleying second-rate puns at his own name, is a pathetic instance of it. "We may

ng and so thoroughly subjugated. It sto

an the palace of Aladdin, fountains more wonderful than the golden water of Parizade, conveyances more rapid than the hippogryph of Ruggiero, arms more formidable than the

h wit, but with wit which is employed only to illustrate and decorate truth. No book ever made so gre

nce all the domains of science-all the past, the present and the future, all the errors of two thou

for packing thought close

e have entitled him to a

nd in much higher and richer degree than any other man of his time or of any previous time. He was a genius without a mate, a prodigy not matable. There was only one

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for Iesus sake forbeare, because he will find the transition from great poetry to poor prose too violent for comfort. It w