Monday, October 24, 2016

Need an insult? Will has you covered!

Dost a love vex thee, dear Groundlynges? Prove she false, tagge her on this mine image or share as thou see fit.

Tuesday, October 18, 2016

Sonnet 16

Behold mine sonnet sixteene, where I instruct the Youthe to battle time

Monday, October 17, 2016

Need an insult? Will has you covered!

Good eve to thee, groundlynges! Your Will hath passed a longe day with som clay-brained fools. Methinks these be but geese and not men. Feel free to share mine image or tagge those who do grieve thee...

Tuesday, October 11, 2016

Sonnet 15

Here is mine sonnet 15, whiche I didst write when musynge upon the weighte of Time on the saplinge that is youth...

Need an insult? Will has you covered!

If some ape do trouble thee, your Will canst aide thee with this insulte of his mother.

Thursday, October 6, 2016

Will tries Kit Marlowe's recipe for sweet and sour fish

Your poore Will hath suffer'd muche this eve, alas. I didst suspect this recipe Kit swore was from his familie writynges -- for sweet and soure fische -- would plague me. Indeede, it smelte of putrifactionne. Curses on that foolishe Kit, who dothe cooke as welle as Ben Jonson doth scribe.

Wednesday, October 5, 2016

Sonnet 14

Good eve to thee, faire Groundlyngs. (And to those of thee less blest by Aphrodite's kiss). Your Will hath walked about the evening streets and didst marvel on the starres. This mine sonnet fourteen didst spring from this wonderment.

Monday, October 3, 2016

Need an insult? Will has you covered!

Good morrow to thee, Groundlyngs. Your Will hath cause to thinke that some jackanapes doth weary thee this day. Tagge the fool here or share as thou dost see fit.