Isn't Shakespeare dead?
Yes, corporeally, but not in the minds of the more discourteously erudite, haut monde-ish gliterrati nor those of some dying few of us still making lyrical demands upon the crumbling walls we claw in contingent hope of eluding our poetic graves.
Do not yet begin the wake drawn from our discharge, as we have yet to fully ebb, but within the scant dash of doubt spoke of at once out of place by those of meager mind.