SONNET NO. 72
0, lest the world should task you to recite,
What merit lived in me that you should love,
After my death (dear love) forget me quite,
For you in me can nothing worthy prove,
Unless you would devise some virtuous lie
To do more for me than mine own descry,
And hang more praise upon deceased
Than niggard truth would willingly impart;
0, lest your true love may seem false in this,
That you for love speak well of me-untrue,
My name be buried where my body is,
And live no more to shame not me, not you.
For I am shamed by that which I bring forth,
And so should you ,to love things nothing worth.
Note the repetitions of the following words, we find-you,
you, you, you, you, you, you, love, love, love, love (see 7l and 32).
Here Bacon addressing Marguerite tells her that in case the
world should tax (task) her to declare what merit there was in
him that she should love him after his death-tells her to forget
him unless she is willing to lie to do more for him than he
deserves and praise him more than niggard (grudging) truth
would do. That if she did for love of him speak untruly-he
wishes his name to be buried with his body so as not to shame
either of them.
Note that Bacon in his own writings stated " I have often
wittingly and willingly neglected the glory of mine own name
both in the works I now publish and in those I contrive for here-after."
Here we are told that the author of the sonnets Shake-spear
was not his real name but his pen name which he used for the
publication of his sonnets and his Shakespeare plays. He
buries his own name Bacon under the pseudonym of Shakespeare.
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