Bard

“The sand heaped by one flood is scattered by another, but the rock always continues in its place. The stream of time, which is continually washing the dissoluble fabricks of other poets, passes without injury by the adamant of Shakespeare.” – Samuel Johnson (1709-1784).

He is amoral, he is untidy 
No truthful teacher but a careless clown 
Divided, lost by golden apple, 
In time  
which washed, and so was washed, 
By him 
Engulfed in the mire 
For which he lost the world 
And was content 
To lose it