The Earl of Oxford, Edward de Vere, and Christopher Marlowe when he was twenty-one years old at Cambridge, approximately a year before he wrote his first London stage play Tamburlaine which took the city by storm. The orthodox Shakespearean scholar's quotes on the similarities between Marlowe and Shakespeare ought to quell any doubts someone else would have been behind the psuedonym. If not, read some of Edward de Vere's poems below. This should settle the matter. If not, you might want to read Peter Farey's essay "Oxfordians and the 1604 Question" at his website, along with his "The Wrong Candidate?" which briefly summarizes the case for Oxford and compares it to the case for Marlowe.
Of The Mighty Power Of Love, 1576
My meaning is to work what woundës love hath wrought,
Wherewith I muse why men of wit have love so dearly bought.
For love is worse than hate, and eke more harm hath done;
Record I take of those that rede of Paris, Priam's son.
It seemed the god of sleep had mazed so much his wits
When he refusëd wit for love, which cometh but by fits.
But why accuse I him whom earth hath covered long?
There be of his posterity alive ; I do him wrong.
Whom I might well condemn, to be a cruel judge
Unto myself, who hath that crime in others that I grudge.
Of The Birth And Bringing Up Of Desire, 1591
When wert thou born, Desire? In pomp and prime of May.
By whom, sweet boy, wert thou begot? By Good Conceit, men say.
Tell me, who was thy nurse? Fresh Youth, in sugared joy.
What was thy meat and daily food? Sore sighs, with great annoy.
What had you then to drink? Unfeignëd lovers' tears.
What cradle were you rockëd in? In hope devoid of fears.
What brought you then asleep? Sweet Speech, which likes men best.
And where is now your dwelling-place? In gentle hearts I rest.
Doth company displease? It doth, in many one.
Where would Desire then choose to be? He likes to muse alone.
What feedeth most your sight? To gaze on favor still.
Who find you most to be your foe? Disdain of my good will.
Will ever age or death bring you into decay?
No, no! Desire both lives and dies a thousand times a day.
Who Taught Thee First To Sigh?
Who taught thee first to sigh, alas, my heart?
Who taught thy tongue the woeful words of plaint?
Who filled your eyes with tears of bitter smart?
Who gave thee grief, and made thy joys to faint?
Who first did paint with colors pale thy face?
Who first did break thy sleeps of quiet rest?
Above the rest in court who gave thee grace?
Who made thee strive, in honor to be best?
In constant truth to bide so firm and sure?
To scorn the world, regarding but thy friends?
With patient mind each passion to endure?
In one desire to settle to the end?
Love then thy choice, wherein such choice thou bind
As nought but death may ever change thy mind.
Were I A King
Were I a king I could command content ;
Were I obscure, unknown should be my cares;
And were I dead, no thoughts should me torment,
Nor words, nor wrongs, nor loves, nor hopes, nor fears.
A doubtful choice, of three things one to crave,
A kingdom, or a cottage, or a grave.
Fancy And Desire
COME hither, shepherd's swain ;
Sir, what do you require?
I pray thee shew to me thy name.
My name is Fond Desire.
When wert thou born, Desire?
In pride and pomp of May.
By whom, sweet boy, wert thou begot?
By Self-Conceit, men say.
Tell me, who was thy nurse?
Fresh Youth in sugared joy.
What was thy meat and daily food?
Sad sighs and great annoy.
What hadst thou then to drink?
Unfeignèd lovers' tears.
What cradle wert thou rockèd in?
In hope devoid of fears.
What lulled thee to thy sleep?
Sweet thoughts which liked one best.
And where is now thy dwelling place?
In gentle hearts I rest.
Doth company displease?
It doth in many one.
Where would Desire then choose to be?
He loves to muse alone.
What feedeth most thy sight?
To gaze on beauty still.
Whom findest thou [the] most thy foe?
Disdain of my good will.
Will ever age or death
Bring thee unto decay?
No, no, Desire both lives and dies
A thousand times a day.
The, Fond Desire, farewell,
Thou art no make for me,
I should be loath, methinks, to dwell
With such a one as thee.
If Women Could Be Fair And Yet Not Fond
If women could be fair and yet not fond,
Or that their love were firm, not fickle still,
I would not marvel that they make men bond
By service long to purchase their good will ;
But when I see how frail those creatures are,
I laugh that men forget themselves so far.
To mark the choice they make, and how they change,
How oft from Phoebus do they flee to Pan ;
Unsettled still, like haggards wild they range,
These gentle birds that fly from man to man ;
Who would not scorn and shake them from the fist,
And let them fly, fair fools, which way they list ?
Yet for our sport we fawn and flatter both,
To pass the time when nothing else can please,
And train them to our lure with subtle oath,
Till, weary of their wiles, ourselves we ease ;
And then we say when we their fancy try,
To play with fools, O what a fool was I !
MARLOWE BOOKS and AUTHORS
A.D. Wraight: Her Work
The Story That the Sonnets Tell
Christopher Marlowe and Edward AlleynIn Search of Christopher Marlowe:
A Pictorial Biography (more than 300 photos that illustrate Marlowe's life)
Wraight Dismantles the Marlowe Myths
1. Violent: The Distorted Image
The Myth of the Bradley Duel
The Myth of Corkyn v. Marlowe
Kyd's Statements After Being Tortured
2. Assumption of Homosexuality
3. Assumption of Blasphemous Atheist
4. The Flimsy Credibility of Baines' Note
David Rhys Williams
Shakespeare Thy Name Is Marlowe
Who Was Kit Marlowe?
The Clue In The Shrew
Hoffman and the Authorship
The First Man Proclaims: It Was Marlowe!
William Gleason Zeigler (1895)
The Second Man Asks: "Was It Marlowe?"
Archie Webster (1923)
Marlowe's Mighty Line:
Was Marlowe Murdered at Twenty-Nine?
Benjamin Wham (1961)
If Shakespeare was a pseudonym for Marlowe
we would expect to find these orthodox
Scholar's Quotes: Marlowe/Shakespeare
Marlowe's Extended Canon?
Amores, translated by Marlowe
(with A.D. Wraight's comments)
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