Sunday, May 20, 2012
Tuesday, May 15, 2012
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!