Of no poet or man is this truer than of Shakespeare. He stands before us, melancholy, witty, at times half insane, never losing his hold on the objective world, ever knowing what he wanted, dreaming ever high purposes and impossible greatnesses, and waking ever to mean ends and low triumphs. This, this was his great experience of life; for there is no great experience of life that is not, finally, the calm experience of a disillusion.