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Your poor Will both know so many brainless men here in in Londoun, my sweete Groundlyngs. If thou be'est vex'd by such an one, feel free to tagge him on Facebooke or share this mine image.

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O mine Groundlyngs, your will hath passed a long day into eve with quarrelsome actors and half-wits who do call themselves playwrightes. I go to bed anon, having done well to keepe these mine hands to mine own person. Feel free to tagge on Facebooke those who do need this warninge shouldst thou be so misfortuned to know of such an one.

Shakespeare's Sonnet 31

Beholde, Groundlyngs, mine sonnet 31, in which I do think on lost loves. I hath these wordes imprinted here on the image of Sir Philip Sydney's funerary procession. I hath listed for thee here Lord Sydney's own poesie, his sonnet 31 from Astrophel and Stella which doth also speake on love and loss:


With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the skies!
How silently, and with how wan a face!
What, may it be that even in heav'nly place
That busy archer his sharp arrows tries!
Sure, if that long-with love-acquainted eyes
Can judge of love, thou feel'st a lover's case,
I read it in thy looks; thy languish'd grace
To me, that feel the like, thy state descries.
Then, ev'n of fellowship, O Moon, tell me,
Is constant love deem'd there but want of wit?
Are beauties there as proud as here they be?
Do they above love to be lov'd, and yet
Those lovers scorn whom that love doth possess?
Do they call virtue there ungratefulness?

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Dostow know such an one who makes thee feel this sickeness, my Groundlyngs? Feel free to tagge him or her on Facebook on mine image.

Shakespeare's sonnet 30

Here, deare Groundlyngs, thou mayest behold mine sonnet 30. Your Will doth pray that thou hast such a love in thy life in dark times that wouldst comfort thee just as the rainbow bringeth the end of the storm.

Groundlyngs, your Will doth often wonder if suche a woman shouldst come with a warning herald. If thou knows't such an one, mayhap thou shouldst tagge her on Facebooke so that the worlde may know.

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Betimes absence is the better choice, groundlyngs.