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Arthur Neuendorffer
May 27, 2017, 5:56:04 PM5/27/17
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I first got excited about Oxfordian ciphers from reading about 2
amazing near anagrams in Michell's book _Who Wrote Shakespeare_:
..................................................
. OUR EVER-LIVIN(g)
. VERO NIL VERIU(s)
. and:
. ENVIOU(s) SLIVER
. NIL VE(r)O VERIUS
-----------------------------------------------------
I read Michell's hardback book 25 years ago and it
soon after fell apart so I bought a new paperback.
Michell not only sold me on ciphers but also on group theory...
I think Oxford wrote the (self referential) Hamlet 1603
Quarto while others (including RUT(l)AND & Lord STRANGE)
improved upon it for the 1604 Quarto.
After RUT(l)AND died in 1612 William Stanley
(a.k.a., Lord STRANGE) honored him in Hamlet's letter:
----------------------------------------------------
1623 Folio (Act 4, Scene 7)
Claudius reads Hamlet's letter to Laertes:
'High and mighty, You shall know I am set naked on
your kingdom. To-morrow shall I beg *LEAVE* to see
your kingly eyes: when I shall, first asking your
pardon thereunto, recount the occasion of my sudden
*AND MORE STRANGE RE(t)URN*.' 'HAMLET.'
......................................................
____ *AND MORE STRANGE RE(t)URN*
____ *ROGER MANNERS, E. RUT(l)AND*
--------------------------------------------------
JULY 6, 1604 - Edward de Vere buried
. on St. GodeliEVE's Day
................................................
July 6, 1070 - St. GodeliEVE murdered by
. *DROWNING IN A POND* after being strangled into
. unconciousness by her mother-in-law's servants.
----------------------------------------------------
. *GROS(s)ER NAME* : *ENVIOU(s) SLIVER*
. *ROGE(r) MANERS* : *NIL VE(r)O VERIUS*
..................................................
. Hamlet (Quarto 2, 1604) Act 4, Scene 7
.
Queen: There is a Willow growes ascaunt the Brooke
. That showes his horry leaves in the glassy streame,
. Therewith FANTASTIQUE gaRLANDs did she make
. Of Crowflowers, Nettles, Daises, and long *PURPLES*
. That liberall Shepheards giue a *GROS(s)ER NAM{E}* ,
. But our cull-c{O}ld maydes doe [D]ead mens fing[E]rs call them.
. There on the pen[D]ant boughes h[E]r *CRONET WEED{E}S*
. Clamb(RING) t{O} hang, an *ENVIO[U](s) SLIVER* brok[E],
. When downe he[R] weedy trophi[E]s and her selfe
................................................
. <= 12 =>
.
. *G R O S (s) E R N A M {E}*B
. u t o u r c u l l -c {O} l
. d m a y d e s d o e [D] e
. a d m e n s f i n g [E] r
. s c a l l t h e m. T h e
. r e o n t h e p e n [D] a
. n t b o u g h e s h [E] r
. *C R O N E T W E E D {E} S*
. C l a m b (R I N G) t {O} h
. a n g, a n *E N V I O [U](s)
. S L I V E R* b r o k [E] W
. h e n d o w n e h e [R] w
. e e d y t r o p h i [E] s
. a n d h e r s e l f e
.
[DE{E.O.}UERE] 12
...........................................................
. Fell (IN TH)e weeping Brooke, her (C)lothes spred wide,
. And M(A)rmaide like awhile the(Y) BORE her up,
. Which time s(H)e chaunted snatches of old laudes,
................................................
. <= 20 =>
.
. F e l l (I N T H) e w e e p i n g B r o o
. k e,h e r(C)l o t h e s s p r e d w i d
. e,A n d M(A)r m a i d e l i k e a w h i
. l e t h e(Y)B O R E h e r u p,W h i c h
. t i m e s(H)e c h a u n t e d s n a t c
. h e s o f o l d l a u d e s,
.......................
(HYAC/INTH) -20
---------------------------------------------------------
(HYACINTH) was a beautiful young lover of the god Apollo.
They took turns throwing the discus. Hyacinth ran to catch
it to impress Apollo, was struck by the discus and died.
...........................................................
<<Idall, for ADON, ne'er shed so many tears:
Nor THET' for PELID : nor *PHOEBUS, for (HYACINTH)us*
Nor for ATIS, the mother of Prophetesses:
As for the death of Bulbecke, the Gods have cares.>>
.
"Four Epytaphs made by the Countes of Oxenford,
after the death of her young SONNE, the Lord Bulbecke, &c."
-----------------------------------------------------------
Ovid. Metamorphoses. Arthur Golding. London. W. Seres. 1567.
.............................................................
Thou faadst away, my (HYACINTH), defrauded of the pryme
Of youth (quoth Phoebus) and I see thy wound my heynous cryme.
Thou art my sorrow and my fault: this hand of myne hath wrought
Thy death: I like a murtherer have to thy grave thee brought.
But what have I offended thow? onlesse that to have playd,
Or if that to have loved, an offence it may be sayd.
Would God I render myght my lyfe with and instead of thee.
To which syth fatall destinee denyeth to agree,
Both in my mynd and in my mouth thou EVERmore shalt bee.
*My Violl striken with my hand, my songs shall sound of thee,*
And in a newmade flowre thou shalt with letters represent
Our syghings. And the tyme shall come ere many yeeres bee spent,
That in thy flowre a valeant Prince shall joyne himself with thee,
*And LEAVE his name uppon the LEAVES for men to reede and see.*
Whyle Phoebus thus did prophesie, behold the blood of him
Which dyde the grasse, ceast blood to bee, and up there sprang a trim
And goodly flowre, more orient than the *PURPLE* cloth ingrayne,
In shape a Lillye, were it not that Lillyes doo remayne
Of *SYLVER* colour, whereas theis of *PURPLE HEW* are seene.
Although that Phoebus had the cause of this greate honor beene,
Yit thought he not the same ynough. And therfore did he wryght
His syghes uppon the leaves thereof: and so in colour bryght
The flowre hath a writ theron, which letters are of greef.
So small the Spartanes thought the birth of (HYACINTH) repreef
Unto them, that they woorship him from that day unto this.
And as their fathers did before, so they doe nEVER misse
With solemne pomp to celebrate his feast from yeere to yeere.
------------------------------------------------------------
. Another ENVIOUS SLIV(ER):
-----------------------------------------------------
David Roper Stratford Monument array:
........................................................
. <= 34 =>
.
. TERRATEGITPOPU L U S M Æ R E T O L Y M P U S H A B E T
........................................................
. STAYPASSENGERW H Y G O E S T T H O U B Y S O F A S T R
. EADIFTHOUCANST W H O M[E N V I O U S]D E A T H H A T H
. PLASTWITHINTHI S M O N[U]M E N T{S H A K S P E A R E}W
. ITHWHOMEQUICKN A T U R[E|D]I D E{W H O S E N A M E D}O
. THDeCKYSTOMBEF A R M O[R|E]t H E N C O S T S I E H A L
. LYTHEHATHWRITT L E[A.V.E S L I V]I N G A R T B U T P A
. GETOSERVEHISWI T T
----------------------------------------------------
Art Neuendorffer
I first got excited about Oxfordian ciphers from reading about 2
amazing near anagrams in Michell's book _Who Wrote Shakespeare_:
..................................................
. OUR EVER-LIVIN(g)
. VERO NIL VERIU(s)
. and:
. ENVIOU(s) SLIVER
. NIL VE(r)O VERIUS
-----------------------------------------------------
I read Michell's hardback book 25 years ago and it
soon after fell apart so I bought a new paperback.
Michell not only sold me on ciphers but also on group theory...
I think Oxford wrote the (self referential) Hamlet 1603
Quarto while others (including RUT(l)AND & Lord STRANGE)
improved upon it for the 1604 Quarto.
After RUT(l)AND died in 1612 William Stanley
(a.k.a., Lord STRANGE) honored him in Hamlet's letter:
----------------------------------------------------
1623 Folio (Act 4, Scene 7)
Claudius reads Hamlet's letter to Laertes:
'High and mighty, You shall know I am set naked on
your kingdom. To-morrow shall I beg *LEAVE* to see
your kingly eyes: when I shall, first asking your
pardon thereunto, recount the occasion of my sudden
*AND MORE STRANGE RE(t)URN*.' 'HAMLET.'
......................................................
____ *AND MORE STRANGE RE(t)URN*
____ *ROGER MANNERS, E. RUT(l)AND*
--------------------------------------------------
JULY 6, 1604 - Edward de Vere buried
. on St. GodeliEVE's Day
................................................
July 6, 1070 - St. GodeliEVE murdered by
. *DROWNING IN A POND* after being strangled into
. unconciousness by her mother-in-law's servants.
----------------------------------------------------
. *GROS(s)ER NAME* : *ENVIOU(s) SLIVER*
. *ROGE(r) MANERS* : *NIL VE(r)O VERIUS*
..................................................
. Hamlet (Quarto 2, 1604) Act 4, Scene 7
.
Queen: There is a Willow growes ascaunt the Brooke
. That showes his horry leaves in the glassy streame,
. Therewith FANTASTIQUE gaRLANDs did she make
. Of Crowflowers, Nettles, Daises, and long *PURPLES*
. That liberall Shepheards giue a *GROS(s)ER NAM{E}* ,
. But our cull-c{O}ld maydes doe [D]ead mens fing[E]rs call them.
. There on the pen[D]ant boughes h[E]r *CRONET WEED{E}S*
. Clamb(RING) t{O} hang, an *ENVIO[U](s) SLIVER* brok[E],
. When downe he[R] weedy trophi[E]s and her selfe
................................................
. <= 12 =>
.
. *G R O S (s) E R N A M {E}*B
. u t o u r c u l l -c {O} l
. d m a y d e s d o e [D] e
. a d m e n s f i n g [E] r
. s c a l l t h e m. T h e
. r e o n t h e p e n [D] a
. n t b o u g h e s h [E] r
. *C R O N E T W E E D {E} S*
. C l a m b (R I N G) t {O} h
. a n g, a n *E N V I O [U](s)
. S L I V E R* b r o k [E] W
. h e n d o w n e h e [R] w
. e e d y t r o p h i [E] s
. a n d h e r s e l f e
.
[DE{E.O.}UERE] 12
...........................................................
. Fell (IN TH)e weeping Brooke, her (C)lothes spred wide,
. And M(A)rmaide like awhile the(Y) BORE her up,
. Which time s(H)e chaunted snatches of old laudes,
................................................
. <= 20 =>
.
. F e l l (I N T H) e w e e p i n g B r o o
. k e,h e r(C)l o t h e s s p r e d w i d
. e,A n d M(A)r m a i d e l i k e a w h i
. l e t h e(Y)B O R E h e r u p,W h i c h
. t i m e s(H)e c h a u n t e d s n a t c
. h e s o f o l d l a u d e s,
.......................
(HYAC/INTH) -20
---------------------------------------------------------
(HYACINTH) was a beautiful young lover of the god Apollo.
They took turns throwing the discus. Hyacinth ran to catch
it to impress Apollo, was struck by the discus and died.
...........................................................
<<Idall, for ADON, ne'er shed so many tears:
Nor THET' for PELID : nor *PHOEBUS, for (HYACINTH)us*
Nor for ATIS, the mother of Prophetesses:
As for the death of Bulbecke, the Gods have cares.>>
.
"Four Epytaphs made by the Countes of Oxenford,
after the death of her young SONNE, the Lord Bulbecke, &c."
-----------------------------------------------------------
Ovid. Metamorphoses. Arthur Golding. London. W. Seres. 1567.
.............................................................
Thou faadst away, my (HYACINTH), defrauded of the pryme
Of youth (quoth Phoebus) and I see thy wound my heynous cryme.
Thou art my sorrow and my fault: this hand of myne hath wrought
Thy death: I like a murtherer have to thy grave thee brought.
But what have I offended thow? onlesse that to have playd,
Or if that to have loved, an offence it may be sayd.
Would God I render myght my lyfe with and instead of thee.
To which syth fatall destinee denyeth to agree,
Both in my mynd and in my mouth thou EVERmore shalt bee.
*My Violl striken with my hand, my songs shall sound of thee,*
And in a newmade flowre thou shalt with letters represent
Our syghings. And the tyme shall come ere many yeeres bee spent,
That in thy flowre a valeant Prince shall joyne himself with thee,
*And LEAVE his name uppon the LEAVES for men to reede and see.*
Whyle Phoebus thus did prophesie, behold the blood of him
Which dyde the grasse, ceast blood to bee, and up there sprang a trim
And goodly flowre, more orient than the *PURPLE* cloth ingrayne,
In shape a Lillye, were it not that Lillyes doo remayne
Of *SYLVER* colour, whereas theis of *PURPLE HEW* are seene.
Although that Phoebus had the cause of this greate honor beene,
Yit thought he not the same ynough. And therfore did he wryght
His syghes uppon the leaves thereof: and so in colour bryght
The flowre hath a writ theron, which letters are of greef.
So small the Spartanes thought the birth of (HYACINTH) repreef
Unto them, that they woorship him from that day unto this.
And as their fathers did before, so they doe nEVER misse
With solemne pomp to celebrate his feast from yeere to yeere.
------------------------------------------------------------
. Another ENVIOUS SLIV(ER):
-----------------------------------------------------
David Roper Stratford Monument array:
........................................................
. <= 34 =>
.
. TERRATEGITPOPU L U S M Æ R E T O L Y M P U S H A B E T
........................................................
. STAYPASSENGERW H Y G O E S T T H O U B Y S O F A S T R
. EADIFTHOUCANST W H O M[E N V I O U S]D E A T H H A T H
. PLASTWITHINTHI S M O N[U]M E N T{S H A K S P E A R E}W
. ITHWHOMEQUICKN A T U R[E|D]I D E{W H O S E N A M E D}O
. THDeCKYSTOMBEF A R M O[R|E]t H E N C O S T S I E H A L
. LYTHEHATHWRITT L E[A.V.E S L I V]I N G A R T B U T P A
. GETOSERVEHISWI T T
----------------------------------------------------
Art Neuendorffer
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