www.sirbacon.org

 
 Muse

Sonnet No. 29
            

When in disgrace  with fortune and men's eyes
I all alone beweep my outcast state  
And trouble deaf Heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself, and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featur'd like him, like him with friends possess'd,
Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on thee--and then my state
(Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth) sings hymns at heaven's gate;
For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings,
That then I scorn to change my state  with kings.
 
 

 

          Note the repetition of the following-My outcast state, my
        bootless cries, myself, my fate, myself, my state, my state (see 26 and27)


          This sonnet contains conclusive evidence that it was not written by Will Shakspere.

          Shakspere never once in his lifetime had any reason to beweep his outcast state or to curse his fate.  He had every reason to be satisfied with his life and never suffered any misfortune so far as we know, living a peaceful life at Stratford from the time he returned from London up to the date of his death. The man who wrote this sonnet tells us that when he is inclined to despise himself, he thinks of his poetic muse and when he remembers this-the love of his muse-it brings him contentment and he has no desire to change his state.