On his death bed in 1616,
ten weeks after his daughter Judith
wed the fornicator Thomas Queeney,
usually spelled Quiney,
almost Shookspeare recalled with mirth
the myriad spellings of his own name
in those witty and lawless times.
He smiled, recalling Tom's father
asking him for a loan of 30 pounds
in 1598, to pay off his 'debettes' in London,
'For which wit, ' he thought,
'I loaned him it.'
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" He smiled, recalling Tom's father asking him for a loan of 30 pounds.." The sorrowful moment of death is amazingly narrated and wisely humor is expressed in this brilliant poem.