Shakesblogging

Shakesblogging

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.

Thursday, July 20, 2017

Shakespeare's Sonnet 39






Here, sweete Groundlynges, thou mayest behold your Will's sonnet 39, wherein I do muse on separation of the selfe from the object of one's love for the greater glorie of the loved.

Wednesday, July 12, 2017

Sonnet 38


Here thou mayest observe mine sonnet 38, where the Youth becomes the tenth Muse.