Sunday, May 20, 2012

Words, words, words...

As thou likely knows't, Will hath been progenitor to countless words and phrases ye moderns use to this day. The word "aerial" -- meaning airy or sky clear -- I didst first write in mine tragedie of Othello: "As to throw out our eyes for brave Othello,/ Even till we make the main and th' aerial blue..."

Tuesday, May 15, 2012

A pox on thee, spring pox!

O, confound these blastyd fevers o' th' hay! Groundlyngs, your dear Will has been accoasted on all sydes by the vexations of the spring winds & the bright sun. I sought to compose some verses for my newest historie under the shade of a greening tree, but retreated within the publike house after sneesing some dozen times and expending my rag to empty my nose! The spring pox it is!