If there is just ONE SINGLE thing that can turn me from a Baconian to an Oxfordian it is THIS…

GB 14th March 2019 : Cathars/Starfort/Oxford

And Inspector Morse. And Lewis. And AW. AND KEN BRAN x

I’ve said before that the authorship of the Shakespeare plays was not important to me. Who ever wrote them was a GENIUS.

I’ll add to that – and also a Go(o)dly Man :o)

Too much Evidence ? ? ?

HAMLET: I’ll be with you straight. Go a little before.
How all occasions do inform against me
And spur my dull revenge!

What is a man,
If his chief good and market of his time
Be but to sleep and feed?

A beast, no more.
Sure, he that made us with such large discourse,
Looking before and after, gave us not
That capability and godlike reason
To fust in us unused.

Now, whether it be
Bestial oblivion, or some craven scruple
Of thinking too precisely on the event—
A thought which, quarter’d, hath but one part wisdom
And ever three parts coward—I do not know

Why yet I live to say ‘This thing’s to do,’
Sith I have cause, and will, and strength, and means
To do’t.

Examples gross as earth exhort me.
Witness this army, of such mass and charge,
Led by a delicate and tender prince,
Whose spirit with divine ambition puff’d,
Makes mouths at the invisible event,

Exposing what is mortal and unsure
To all that fortune, death, and danger dare,
Even for an eggshell. Rightly to be great
Is not to stir without great argument,
But greatly to find quarrel in a straw

When honour’s at the stake. How stand I then,
That have a father kill’d, a mother stain’d,
Excitements of my reason and my blood,
And let all sleep, while to my shame I see
The imminent death of twenty thousand men

That for a fantasy and trick of fame
Go to their graves like beds, fight for a plot
Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause,
Which is not tomb enough and continent
To hide the slain? O, from this time forth,
My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth!