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What tell sonnets about?

One of the most autobiographical and at the same time mysterious works of Shakespeare are Sonnets . At once after the publication they raised a set of questions, answers to which are not found to this day. To whom are they devoted? What events in the author`s life they describe? Why Shakespeare, did not publish not missing any transaction promising him benefit Sonnets after the first edition? Whether their publication was forbidden?

Which - that the author tells about himself. He mentions the name - and, strangely enough, danger of its disclosure. He says that its verses will be lives eternally and will endure all terrestrial tyrants, ringing bronze and stones of pyramids - and at the same time assures that his name is buried in the same place where also his body, it is disgraced, and it is not necessary to remember it.

However the name of the author is printed on a cover, and any can safely read it: William Shakespeare. If the poet is sure that his verses are fated immortality, so it is fated also to his name. How to resolve this riddle?

The decision can be only one: on a cover of the book not the original name of the author is printed. The real name was comprehended by that fate which is described by the author: oblivion and shame.

In other sonnets the author compares death with arrest without any guarantee speaks about death from mean blow of a coward knife about burial in a common grave, the exile which separated it from the loved friend about slanderers and the bribed informers discrediting his name that its glory as the Sun, shone only an hour, but it was gone when vulgar scandal imposed a brand on his forehead and that it is deprived of one eye.

Whether has all this though the slightest relation to the facts of the biography of William Shakespeare known to us?

Hordes of literary critics look for two hundred years the answer to this question. During this time they did not manage to find the slightest hint that Shakespeare was ever sent to exile that his name was the victim of a shame and slander that it was threatened by death from a knife and anonymous burial in a common grave.

All these lines remain a full riddle until we try to connect together rough and sad destiny of the author Sonnets and peaceful life of William Shakespeare. However the situation changes in a magic way if we give a stylus in a charge of Christopher Marlo .

Then all pictures wonderfully develop in a uniform and integral pattern. The name of Marlo was valid is disgraced, and he is declared the dead, separated from those who were dear to it, and sent to exile. Strange comparison of death with arrest without any guarantee was for it not mere words - it was relieved of death by lord Barii who took it on bails . Officially he was considered as the dead from blow of a knife who deprived of his one eye, and his body was buried in an anonymous common grave. In this tragic fate the paid informers who accused him of all imaginable and inconceivable sins were guilty.

All religious hypocrites and hypocrites saw a magnificent opportunity for the sermon and moralising in Marlo`s death. So, the furious puritan Thomas Byrd wrote in the God`s Theatre of anger :

The certain Marlin who carried out youth at the Cambridge university, but left science for the sake of a profession of the author of plays was One of the most mean atheists. He so deeply sank in vice that denied the Lord and his son Christ, and not only in words abused a Trinity, but also wrote godless books about it, calling the Lord the deceiver, the sacred Bible - concourse of false cock-and-bull stories, and religion - means to operate crowd. But the Lord punishes similar sinners. His death was awful, and till the last instant he continued to vomit damnations and blasphemies, and his mouth let out the disgusting stench horrifying all people around .

A here that the pious Welsh poet William Voen wrote:

It so hit Marlo in an eye that his brain flowed out on a knife, and right after it he died. So the Lord, in the justice, punishes impious atheists .

the Wave of a spiteful gossip and bile which rose after Marlo`s death was unprecedented in the history of literature.

The biographer Marlo Charles Norman so writes about it:

Explosion of hatred of puritans against Marlo has no analog in literature. There was no epithet rather dirty which would not be used by his vituperators though the majority of their charges ate only a rumor and rumors, or was simple retelling of other charges seasoned with vindictiveness and gloating . to

It is interesting also that we find the paraphrased motto written on Marlo`s portrait in one of sonnets: That feeds me, kills me .

This portrait was found in 1953 in Cambridge during repair where it became dusty, thrust into a far corner. On a strange twist of fate of Marlo it was declared the dead in 1593. He was 29 and a half years old. Astrologers call this age the termination of the first cycle of Saturn - the moment when the person throws off habitual social masks and begins a way to the original mission with which realization he is busy the next 29 and a half years.

The second cycle of Saturn terminated for Marlo in 1623. Then the First was born the Folio - in no small measure thanks to the help of lord William Herbert - the most probable candidate for a role Mr. V. H. to which are devoted Sonnets .

Sonnets were published in 1509 when William Herbert was 29 years old.

Whether there was it accident? Perhaps. However Marlo was a member Schools of night which participants studied among all other astrology and alchemy. And on May 30 - day when Marlo left the world live is the holiday devoted to Hecate, the ancient goddess of the Moon, killing and curing as the dark lady to whom the last 28 sonnets are devoted. By the way, number 28 - the number of days of lunar month - was considered as Hecate`s number.

Whether these reflections bring closer us to disclosure of secret? Or we wander among ghosts and illusions? On this question there is no definite answer - the Moon is dual and changeable. Also it is necessary only to repeat after the most popular hero of the world literature:

A lot of things Exist, the friend Horatio,

As did not dream our wise men.

The following story will be devoted to this mysterious prince.