Shakespeare-Bacon’s Cipher

I doubt it not⁠—then more, far more;
In each old song bequeath’d⁠—in every noble page or text,
(Different⁠—something unreck’d before⁠—some unsuspected author,)
In every object, mountain, tree, and star⁠—in every birth and life,
As part of each⁠—evolv’d from each⁠—meaning, behind the ostent,
A mystic cipher waits infolded.