humanities.lit.authors.shakespeare

On Feb 26, 8:08=A0pm, Tom Reedy wrote:
> On Feb 26, 6:08=A0pm, Elizabeth wrote:
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> > Just to clarify, my impression from reading
> > Lindley, was that he is an Oxfordian.
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> What exactly have you read of his?
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> TR

I read his thing on Donald Foster, shocking but
accurate. I've read the Yale book. I've read criticism.
Parts of his books on Baconian science where
applicable.

Vickers has written a lot of books on Bacon plus
books that have sections on Bacon, more than
I have time to read but I do use them as references
since Bacon's science is all over the Shakespeare
works (Vickers cannot have missed this).

I admire Vickers, but you have to realize that Strats
have made such a wreck of Bacon's life and works
that Vickers would have to be a complete fool, even
in this new century, to announce for Bacon.

You've never studied Bacon's authorship evidence.

I found this five minutes ago:

The monuments of wit
survive the monuments of
power; the verses of the poet
endure without a syllable lost,
while states and empires pass
many periods.

That was written years before the
Sonnet, it comes from Bacon's
'Squires Speech in the Tiltyard' he
wrote for Essex. In fact I earlier
posted one page from the original
manuscript in Bacon's handwriting
held by the British Museum. No
one disputes that Bacon wrote the
speeches for Essex.

Think about it Reedy.

If Oxford wrote the Shakespeare
works then this proves Oxford is a
'terrible plagiarist' does it not?

Not marble, nor the gilded monuments
Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme;
But you shall shine more bright in these contents
Than unswept stone besmear'd with sluttish time.
When wasteful war shall statues overturn,
And broils root out the work of masonry,
Nor Mars his sword nor war's quick fire shall burn
The living record of your memory.
'Gainst death and all-oblivious enmity
Shall you pace forth; your praise shall still find room
Even in the eyes of all posterity
That wear this world out to the ending doom.
So, till the judgment that yourself arise,
You live in this, and dwell in lover's eyes.