I won’t be the first person to compare Shakespeare and Dr. Seuss. I just wanted to point out something that clicked in my head the other day and freaked me out a little bit:
I know a bank where the wild thyme blows,
At the far end of town where the grickle-grass grows
Those sound nearly identical to my ear. Dr. Seuss was even closer to Shakespeare than I think people realize.
[And for the record, how brilliant is that opening? It’s my favorite Seuss. Look at the alliterative work – grass grows…smells slow and sour when it blows…birds ever sing excepting old crows… I’ve got about half that book memorized.]