Will's sonnet 35

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? 

No more be grieved at that which thou hast done.
Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud;
Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun,
And loathsome canker lives in sweetest bud.
All men make faults, and even I in this,
Authórizing thy trespass with compare,
Myself corrupting, salving thy amiss,
Excusing these sins more than these sins are.
For to thy sensual fault I bring in sense—
Thy adverse party is thy advocate—
And 'gainst myself a lawful plea commence.
Such civil war is in my love and hate
That I an áccessory needs must be
To that sweet thief which sourly robs from me.

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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.

From the recipe files of Christopher Marlowe

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 dish

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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.

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Betimes, when some churl doth plague thee, brevity is the soul of wit, my Groundlynges.

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Need'st thou an insult for those that do offende thee, my Groundlyngs? Feel free to tagge suche an one on mine image @Shakesblogging on Facebooke or share as thou see'st fit

Sonnet 33

Sweete grounglyngs, behold mine sonnet 33, in which I do compare the Youth to the sun.

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Ah, 'tis Monday, that day when ye Groundlyngs doth return to thine industry to face somme clay-brained fool who doth vex thee. Feel free to tagge on Facebooke such an one on this mine image or share as thou see'st fit.