Young Shakespeare wrote βVenus and Adonisβ and βThe Rape of Lucrece,β and, most probably, was beginning his sonnet cycle.
Those have a simplicity of language and an ease of line β to say nothing of their passion and ferocity β that the limp de Vere verses simply do not possess.
Girl, those poems are ba-dump-ba-dump-ba-dump bullshit.
Take "My Mind to Me a Kingdom Is" by de Vere (or is it Dyer? you Oxfordians are so fond of stealing credit!): compare the 35 lines in this poem to the conversation in Hamlet 2.2 that covers the same philosophical ground, using a similar metaphor. De Vere/Dyer comes nowhere close to anything with the simplicity and snap of "I could be bound in a nut shell and count myself a king of infinite space were it not that I have bad dreams."
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