"Be not so phlegmatic!"

Greeting, fair groundlyngs! Will hath made for thee four trading cards that depict the humours of Galen. Here is Dr. Caius, as he is chided by Mistress Quickly.  Feel free to print at thy press or share with thy friends. I hope thou hast enjoyed these illuminations!

"This huge hill of flesh..."

Greeting, fair groundlyngs! Will hath made for thee four trading cards that depict the humours of Galen. Here is Falstaff, that lily-liver'd soldier. Feel free to print at thy press or share with thy friends. I shall post the remaining humour, the phlegmatic, anon.

Galen 2: melancholia

Greeting, fair groundlyngs! Will hath made for thee four trading cards that depict the humors of Galen. Here is Hamlet, the melancholy Dane. Feel free to print at thy press or share with thy friends. I shall post the remaining humors anon.

Galenic tradying cards for thee!

Greeting, fair groundlyngs! Will hath made for thee four trading cards that depict the humors of Galen. 'Tis well known our queen, faire as she be, hath an excess of cholera. Such excess can be befitting for a ruler -- but not for a common man such as you or I mayst be. Feel free to print at thy press or share with thy friends. I shall post the remaining humors anon.

Swinging from the gallows pole...

Need an insult? Will doth have thee cover'd. Feel free to tag those that annoy thee..

Kit's Devilishy Good Recipes: Jellied Eel

We have, of this day, receiv'd many requests for the pasty yeele I consum'd at the Cheshire Cheese. Forgive poor Will, ye groundlyngs, as he is the better scribe than cooke. Happily, Kit hath once again offer'd ye his concoction, this for jellied Thames eel. We hope it doth warm thy belly and please thy palate.

"A plague on them!"

Dear groundlyngs, I retired agayne to a publike house--though I wyseley chose a different house, the Cheshire Cheese this eve. As I sat downe with my yeele pasty and a tankard of the house ale, your Will hearde a commotion from the door as some roaring fellowe shouted.

"A plague on you, you young vipers," he called out to an unseen foe. "Jack o' th' Greene, slacke hayred Timmy, get away an I run ye through for vexing her Majesty's subjects! You plague-feweld dogs!"

I heard the lauchter of those two urchens as they ranne, and the new fellowe turned and slammed shut the door to the publike house. He seem'd a swollen bladder of a man, his belly, no, his bosoms, his thighs, his entire bodie bellied, his apparell bladdered to hold his bulke. From what I spied, his apparell was that of a Gentleman stretcht almost beyond boundes. What he wore had beene the garb in Mary's time--and he look'd also of those by-gone-days with the snowe upon his peakes. At his side in his belt he bore a Rapier that he likely only wyelded against the likes of Jack o' the Greene and Timmy in frustration.

"Ale, Francis, and be quicke," he called to the servyng boy. He noted my presence and my stare. "You are that player fellowe, William Shakaspear?"

"You've seen my playes, sir?" replies your Will.

He doffed his hatte. "Sir Jack Malapert, sirrah. I quite liked your Titus and that other playe--the one with good Sir Robin. Now there is a goode fellowe!"

"Many thanks, good Sir Jack," say I. "I take it Raggamuffin an' Raggmalle have vex'd you with their critikes?"

"A plague on them!" he roared agayne, turning back to th' door and shaking his fiste. "A pox on theyr unformed things!" He look'd to me again. "Yes, sirrah, they are always impudent. If they have vex'd thee as well, then let us drinke to the plague takyng their pocked tongues to Hell!"