Since a babe was born and played in Warwick’s county.
No coddled son of noble folk, nor scholar.
Yet with what wit did he engage our minds, our hearts!
The nay-sayers would have him drown-ed in derision.
And those whose minds forever waver make no decision
When put to question. Some tilt for Marlowe; some for Bacon still!
All dead, they cannot plead their case.
Then make your wager – which poet drove the quill?
Marlowe? Bacon? Shakespeare? My purse remains with Will!
April 23(?), 1564 – April 23, 1616.