Monday, June 19, 2017

Need an insult? Will has you covered!

Betimes, my sweete Groundlynges, your Will doth wish the rubbish didst toss itself.

Monday, June 12, 2017

Sunday, June 11, 2017

Need an insult? Will's got you covered!

Dost thou know such an one, oh mine Groundlyings? Your Will doth know many suche simple fools.

Saturday, June 10, 2017

Sonnet 36

Behold, Groundlynges, mine sonnet 36, wherein your Will doth resign to the loss of a love.

Wednesday, May 31, 2017

Will's sonnet 35

Here, sweete Groundlyngs, thou mayest behold mine sonnet 35. Hastow a love who hath hurt thee, and though thou mayest forgive, thy do hold to some spite? 

No more be grieved at that which thou hast done.
Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud;
Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun,
And loathsome canker lives in sweetest bud.
All men make faults, and even I in this,
Authórizing thy trespass with compare,
Myself corrupting, salving thy amiss,
Excusing these sins more than these sins are.
For to thy sensual fault I bring in sense—
Thy adverse party is thy advocate—
And 'gainst myself a lawful plea commence.
Such civil war is in my love and hate
That I an áccessory needs must be
To that sweet thief which sourly robs from me.

Tuesday, May 30, 2017

Need an insult? Will has you covered

Your Will doth find it sad, yet true that betimes the clothes do wear the man, not the man the clothes. If thou know'st such an one, feel free to tagge him on Facebooke or share this image.

Thursday, May 25, 2017

From the recipe files of Christopher Marlowe

Kit hath finalie torn himself from sack and a-whoring to grace us with this recipe he doth swear hast been in's familie for centuries. Your Will doth not know Kit to be an honest man, but 'tis an honest dish