Hamnet

*"since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake and die as fast as they see others grow; and nothing against time's scythe can make defense save breed, to brave him when he takes thee hence." * lineage and progeny are, to shakespeare, the only way to defy the deterioration that comes with time and inevitably culminates in death. but what follows when your loved descendant's flame is blown away before yours? what of you is left to brave "time's scythe"?