tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12690450349786032902024-02-07T14:48:17.932-08:00Shakesblogging™medieval-csihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07499778112146542448noreply@blogger.comBlogger373125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1269045034978603290.post-39581171256498300442017-09-04T18:37:00.004-07:002017-09-04T18:37:42.308-07:00Need an insult? Will's got you covered!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Knowest thou such an one who doth vex thee with his verie looks, my Groundlynges? Your Will doth: Ben Jonson.<br />medieval-csihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07499778112146542448noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1269045034978603290.post-19353630045246648162017-09-03T14:41:00.004-07:002017-09-03T14:41:37.445-07:00Will's Sonnet 43<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Your Will hath passed a long day a-toiling, sweet Groundlyngs, but as I lay me down to sleep, I do but muse on my love for thee.<br />medieval-csihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07499778112146542448noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1269045034978603290.post-75386906805889567172017-08-26T14:34:00.002-07:002017-08-26T14:34:24.140-07:00Need an insult? Will has you covered!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Your Will doth finde that if a man speakes false, his storehouse of lies oft be filled from cellar to rooftop.medieval-csihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07499778112146542448noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1269045034978603290.post-39990769571221672332017-08-16T15:16:00.001-07:002017-08-16T15:16:53.654-07:00Sonnet 42<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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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.medieval-csihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07499778112146542448noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1269045034978603290.post-49288974212731330752017-08-15T15:40:00.001-07:002017-08-15T15:40:12.643-07:00Need an insult? Will's got you covered!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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When reason fails, mine Groundlynges, betimes a man might consider the "layinge of the handes."medieval-csihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07499778112146542448noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1269045034978603290.post-64207721407976202222017-08-10T09:09:00.002-07:002017-08-10T09:09:38.779-07:00Need an insult? Will's got you covered!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Wait say thee, ladies? Does the blood of man run cold once he hath wed?medieval-csihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07499778112146542448noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1269045034978603290.post-17153440900992065012017-08-03T10:59:00.001-07:002017-08-03T10:59:55.100-07:00Will's sonnet 41<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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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!medieval-csihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07499778112146542448noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1269045034978603290.post-8489484657206241352017-07-31T17:22:00.003-07:002017-07-31T17:22:36.455-07:00Need an insult? Will has you covered!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Betimes, your Will doth thinke it beste to thank the Lord that I am not Ben Jonsonmedieval-csihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07499778112146542448noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1269045034978603290.post-89427219902129003092017-07-25T12:30:00.001-07:002017-07-25T12:30:48.167-07:00Shakespeare's sonnet 40<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />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.medieval-csihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07499778112146542448noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1269045034978603290.post-25562660498929588062017-07-24T15:46:00.003-07:002017-07-24T15:46:51.362-07:00Need an insult? Will's got you covered!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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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.medieval-csihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07499778112146542448noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1269045034978603290.post-40934967193699609102017-07-20T15:16:00.003-07:002017-07-20T15:16:15.749-07:00Shakespeare's Sonnet 39<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />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.medieval-csihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07499778112146542448noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1269045034978603290.post-71572243742252516652017-07-18T13:06:00.000-07:002017-07-18T13:06:06.138-07:00Need an insult? Will's got you covered!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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How like doth attract like, O mine Groundlyngs!medieval-csihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07499778112146542448noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1269045034978603290.post-69097314287403738412017-07-12T14:03:00.002-07:002017-07-12T14:03:42.629-07:00Sonnet 38<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Here thou mayest observe mine sonnet 38, where the Youth becomes the tenth Muse.medieval-csihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07499778112146542448noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1269045034978603290.post-56045531559071553042017-07-10T13:47:00.000-07:002017-07-10T13:47:16.737-07:00Need an insult? Will's got you covered!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Your Will doth pray no rogue doth plague thee in suche a way as would trouble thee, fair Groundlynges. If thou dost have such a flea that bites thee, feel free to share this mine image or tagge him here.medieval-csihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07499778112146542448noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1269045034978603290.post-88260509517946948322017-06-28T13:37:00.001-07:002017-06-28T13:37:08.931-07:00Sonnet 37<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br /><br />Here, sweete Groundlyngs, thou mayest behold mine sonnet 37 wherein your Will doth consider the love and happiness one bears for another's success.medieval-csihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07499778112146542448noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1269045034978603290.post-18890001842997611992017-06-19T14:50:00.001-07:002017-06-19T14:50:10.523-07:00Need an insult? Will has you covered!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Betimes, my sweete Groundlynges, your Will doth wish the rubbish didst toss itself.medieval-csihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07499778112146542448noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1269045034978603290.post-90826315354750194682017-06-12T15:08:00.000-07:002017-06-12T15:08:33.693-07:00Will's Goode Advice: Advice from Villians, Fools, or Fit for a Kinge<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Oftimes your Will have found that those who crow their majestie loudest are another beast entirelie.medieval-csihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07499778112146542448noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1269045034978603290.post-83003738940451596042017-06-11T11:40:00.003-07:002017-06-11T11:40:13.640-07:00Need an insult? Will's got you covered!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Dost thou know such an one, oh mine Groundlyings? Your Will doth know many suche simple fools.medieval-csihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07499778112146542448noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1269045034978603290.post-34504183563184806612017-06-10T12:58:00.004-07:002017-06-10T12:58:52.310-07:00Sonnet 36<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Behold, Groundlynges, mine sonnet 36, wherein your Will doth resign to the loss of a love.medieval-csihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07499778112146542448noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1269045034978603290.post-48777938115574679452017-05-31T16:19:00.002-07:002017-05-31T16:19:39.689-07:00Will's sonnet 35<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">Here, sweete Groundlyngs, thou mayest behold mine sonnet 35. Hastow a love who hath hurt thee, and though thou mayest forgive, thy do hold to some spite? </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">No more be grieved at that which thou hast done.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud;</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun,</span><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; display: inline; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><br />And loathsome canker lives in sweetest bud.<br />All men make faults, and even I in this,<br />Authórizing thy trespass with compare,<br />Myself corrupting, salving thy amiss,<br />Excusing these sins more than these sins are.<br />For to thy sensual fault I bring in sense—<br />Thy adverse party is thy advocate—<br />And 'gainst myself a lawful plea commence.<br />Such civil war is in my love and hate<br />That I an áccessory needs must be<br />To that sweet thief which sourly robs from me.</span>medieval-csihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07499778112146542448noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1269045034978603290.post-90898375649932714092017-05-30T16:25:00.000-07:002017-05-30T16:25:02.476-07:00Need an insult? Will has you covered<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Your Will doth find it sad, yet true that betimes the clothes do wear the man, not the man the clothes. If thou know'st such an one, feel free to tagge him on Facebooke or share this image.medieval-csihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07499778112146542448noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1269045034978603290.post-28739654121859274312017-05-25T16:20:00.003-07:002017-05-25T16:21:35.944-07:00From the recipe files of Christopher Marlowe<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Kit hath finalie torn himself from sack and a-whoring to grace us with this recipe he doth swear hast been in's familie for centuries. Your Will doth not know Kit to be an honest man, but 'tis an honest dishmedieval-csihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07499778112146542448noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1269045034978603290.post-16300569969030931952017-05-22T11:31:00.002-07:002017-05-22T11:31:21.756-07:00Need an insult? Will's got you covered!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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O mine Groundlynges, how your Will doth loathe those men who, once emboldened by the drinking of sack, do invade the personal space of this poet. If thou know'st such an one, feel free to tagge him on Facebooke or share at thou see'st fit.medieval-csihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07499778112146542448noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1269045034978603290.post-65500507473476934222017-05-15T19:33:00.001-07:002017-05-15T19:33:17.229-07:00Need an insult? Will has you covered!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Betimes, when some churl doth plague thee, brevity is the soul of wit, my Groundlynges.medieval-csihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07499778112146542448noreply@blogger.com0