Wednesday, August 16, 2017

Sonnet 42

Here, sweete Goundlynges, thou mayest read mine sonnet 42, wherein I do mourn the pain of the scorned lover whose love and friend both hath betrayed him.

Tuesday, August 15, 2017

Need an insult? Will's got you covered!

When reason fails, mine Groundlynges, betimes a man might consider the "layinge of the handes."

Thursday, August 10, 2017

Thursday, August 3, 2017

Will's sonnet 41

Groundynges, hastow ever seen thy love challeng'd by a friend rather than foe? O, how such treacherie doth wound the verie soul of man!

Monday, July 31, 2017

Need an insult? Will has you covered!

Betimes, your Will doth thinke it beste to thank the Lord that I am not Ben Jonson

Tuesday, July 25, 2017

Shakespeare's sonnet 40

Here, sweete Groundlyngs, thou mayest behold mine sonnet 40, wherein your Will doth muse on the love one holds steadfast though a lover still doth wrong him.

Monday, July 24, 2017

Need an insult? Will's got you covered!

Your Will doth thinke but we have all suffer'd a tiresome lover, one too filled with black bile to warm the heart. If thou knowest such an one, feel thee free to tagge him here.