When sable quill did trace thy visage fair,
And Night herself grew jealous of thy skin,
I knew thee not as muse, but masked despair,
Whose grace conceal’d a wilful shade within.
Thou art no shadow born of wanton lie,
Nor Venus’ slave, nor Egypt’s dusky queen,
But she whom Oxford’s eye did oft espy,
In Fleet’s dim court, where secrets wax unseen.
Thy name is Bess, a scrivener’s bold delight...

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For a number of centuries Shakespearean academics have pondered over the identity of two people who strongly influenced his poems, namely the Sonnets published in 1609.The two in question were his secret muse and a young man known as the "fair youth", speculations have since run rife. Qudos Academy examines the enigmas and the scandal that might have rocked the "Bard of Avon".

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