SONNET NO. 122
T Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brain,
Full character'd with lasting memory,
Which shall above that idle rank remain,
Beyond all date even to eternity:
Or at the least, so long as brain and heart
Have faculty by nature to subsist;
Till each to razed oblivion yield his part
That poor retention could not so much hold,
Of thee, thy record never can be missed.
Nor need I tallies thy dear love to score;
Therefore to give them from me was I bold
To trust those tables that receive thee more;
To keep an adjunct to remember thee,
Were to import forgetfulness in me.
Note the repetition of the following, we find thy gift, thy tables, thy record, thy dear love.
The Stratfordian commentators avoid any reference to this sonnet--because they have not the slightest knowledge as to what is being referred to. They do not know why at the beginning of the first two lines there is a large superfluous letter "T". There were no errors in Francis Bacon's work, everything is there for a reason. I suppose they think that this is a printers' error. They are there on purpose. This large "T" is a reference to the word "Tables" in the first line and the tables referred to are the tables in Bacon's great work "The Novum Organum" which constitutes the whole of his last philosophic scheme, which contains six parts or tables.