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Masters I sleep not quiet in my grave	A
There where they laid me by the Avon shore	B
In that some crazy wights have set it forth	C
By arguments most false and fanciful	D
Analogy and far drawn inference	E
That Francis Bacon Earl of Verulam	F
A man whom I remember in old days	G
A learned judge with sly adhesive palms	H
To which the suitor's gold was wont to stick mdash	I
That this same Verulam had writ the plays	G
Which were the fancies of my frolic brain	J
What can they urge to dispossess the crown	K
Which all my comrades and the whole loud world	L
Did in my lifetime lay upon my brow	M
Look straitly at these arguments and see	N
How witless and how fondly slight they be	N
Imprimis they have urged that being born	O
In the mean compass of a paltry town	K
I could not in my youth have trimmed my mind	P
To such an eagle pitch but must be found	Q
Like the hedge sparrow somewhere near the ground	Q
Bethink you sirs that though I was denied	R
The learning which in colleges is found	Q
Yet may a hungry brain still find its fo	A
Wherever books may lie or men may be	N
And though perchance by Isis or by Cam	F
The meditative philosophic plant	S
May best luxuriate yet some would say	T
That in the task of limning mortal life	A
A fitter preparation might be made	U
Beside the banks of Thames And then again	V
If I be suspect in that I was not	W
A fellow of a college how I pray	T
Will Jonson pass or Marlowe or the rest	X
Whose measured verse treads with as proud a gait	Y
As that which was my own Whence did they suck	Z
This honey that they stored Can you recite	A2
The vantages which each of these has had	B2
And I had not Or is the argument	C2
That my Lord Verulam hath written all	D2
And covers in his wide embracing self	A
The stolen fame of twenty smaller men	V
You prate about my learning I would urge	E2
My want of learning rather as a proof	A
That I am still myself Have I not traced	F2
A seaboard to Bohemia and made	U
The cannons roar a whole wide century	N
Before the first was forged Think you then	V
That he the ever learned Verulam	F
Would have erred thus So may my very faults	G2
In their gross falseness prove that I am true	H2
And by that falseness gender truth in you	H2
And what is left They say that they have found	Q
A script wherein the writer tells my Lord	I2
He is a secret poet True enough	A
But surely now that secret is o'er past	J2
Have you not read his poems Know you not	W
That in our day a learned chancellor	K2
Might better far dispense unjustest law	L2
Than be suspect of such frivolity	N
As lies in verse Therefore his poetry	N
Was secret Now that he is gone	M2
'Tis so no longer You may read his verse	N2
And judge if mine be better or be worse	N2
Read and pronounce The meed of praise is thine	O2
But still let his be his and mine be mine	O2
I say no more but how can you for swear	P2
Outspoken Jonson he who knew me well	Q2
So too the epitaph which still you read	R2
Think you they faced my sepulchre with lies mdash	I
Gross lies so evident and palpable	D
That every townsman must have wot of it	S2
And not a worshipper within the church	I
But must have smiled to see the marbled fraud	T2
Surely this touches you But if by chance	U2
My reasoning still leaves you obdurate	V2
I'll lay one final plea I pray you look	W2
On my presentment as it reaches you	H2
My features shall be sponsors for my fame	F
My brow shall speak when Shakespeare's voice is dumb	F
And be his warrant in an age to come	F

Arthur Conan Doyle

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