Shakespeare's sonnet 12

Good eve to thee, groundlyngs! Here thou canst beholde mine sonnet 12, wherein your Will doth warn the youth of time, whiche doth have its way 'gainst alle men.

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Oh mine groundlyngs, hastow ever met suche a manne as had thee on thy knees?

Test thy mettle

'Tis a brutal cold day, and the wind doth sweepe 'cross the Thames and sneak through the crackes in mine chamber. Your Will is thinkynge to mine own playe of Winter. What say'st thee to this question:

What animal didst chase Antigone in The Winter's Tale?

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Betimes it doth seem e'ry man in Londoun be a fool. If thou dost know such an one, feel free to tagge him on Facebooke or share mine printe with him

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Arg, 'tis Monday and Ben Jonson doth tax mine ears with his ceaselesse ramblynges. Mayhap thou hast such an one in thy ear as well. Feel free to share this mine image and wordes or tagge the worm as thou see'st fitte.

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Betimes some lazy sloth doth surelie vex thee at thy work. Feel free to tagge him or her on Facebooke or share mine image to let those who doth offende thee know.