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Betimes, your Will doth thinke it beste to thank the Lord that I am not Ben Jonson

Shakespeare's sonnet 40

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.

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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.

Shakespeare's Sonnet 39

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.

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How like doth attract like, O mine Groundlyngs!

Sonnet 38

Here thou mayest observe mine sonnet 38, where the Youth becomes the tenth Muse.

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Your Will hath no hair but more wit than Ben Jonson.