GENIUS FORUMS

I came across this incredibly Cynical poem.



“Beauty, truth, and rarity,
Grace in all simplicity,
Here enclosed in cinders lie.

Death is now the phoenix' nest;
And the turtle's loyal breast
To eternity doth rest,

Leaving no posterity:
'Twas not their infirmity,
It was married chastity.

Truth may seem, but cannot be;
Beauty brag, but 'tis not she;
Truth and beauty buried be.

To this urn let those repair
That are either true or fair;
For these dead birds sigh a prayer.”

-W.S. “Threnos”



It's almost enough to make me believe that Shakespeare actually was Bacon.

what gain less gaunt
ominous bird of yore
meant in croaking nevermore

'Your satisfaction lyes in your illusion, but your delusions are yours and not mine'


This one could be applied to Friedrich Wilhelm -

Don't hail me
And don't idolize the ink
Or I've failed in my intentions
Can you find the missing link