In a prefatory epistle to his translation, he dedicates his labour to Charles Fleetwood, the manager of Drury Lane and pioneering Bardolater
who in 1741 erected the monument to Shakespeare that still stands in the Poets' Corner of Westminster Abbey.
I guess you have to be a genuine Bardolater
to get into the spirit of the thing, but I was really looking forward to it.
Then, in reply to the irate sonnet-lover or bardolater
who quotes Wordsworth back at him, the poet replies: "'With this same key/Shakespeare unlocked his heart," once more
Shakespeare was a moral being, and he was not a Bardolater
It's as if Branagh had wanted to undo his reputation as a bardolater