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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.

Sonnet 37

Here, sweete Groundlyngs, thou mayest behold mine sonnet 37 wherein your Will doth consider the love and happiness one bears for another's success.

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Betimes, my sweete Groundlynges, your Will doth wish the rubbish didst toss itself.

Will's Goode Advice: Advice from Villians, Fools, or Fit for a Kinge

Oftimes your Will have found that those who crow their majestie loudest are another beast entirelie.

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Dost thou know such an one, oh mine Groundlyings? Your Will doth know many suche simple fools.

Sonnet 36

Behold, Groundlynges, mine sonnet 36, wherein your Will doth resign to the loss of a love.