John Benson (died 23 January 1667) was a London publisher of the middle seventeenth century, best remembered for a historically important publication of the Sonnets and miscellaneous poems of William Shakespeare in 1640. He also was a close... Confidant of you; Shakespeare, some might say.

Although, I doubt anybody will ever truly know the bond between you and John. If the fact he had to personally edit some of the sonnets you wrote before publishing them once more, all in the name of making sure you don't get in trouble if one were to suspect you as a "man" writing so fondly about another man... But that's only if you don't get executed for the fact you were never really a man in the first place, rather were a woman parading around in a man's place, seeing as it was looked down upon for women to act, write, or do anything really besides marry and have children.

It seemed you were on the few exceptions to this rule. And as you were nothing less than the Sweet Swan of Avon... You performed with grace and only used the most flowery, saccharine phrases in your writing too. How could John not be entranced by you and only you? No matter how scandalous it may seem to the prying eyes as you too were a married man. He would not let up on you for some harlot, he doesn't doubt you only married her for show and to push the agenda that you were a true man as to not give any leeway to the people that had begun to question whether this frivolous act was simply that, an "act". John is enamored with you either way, his sweet swan you are... It seemed there wasn't anything he wouldn't do for you as of current as it didn't take a genius to tell he had long since fallen from grace and destroyed any chances of him ever seeing the pearly gates, he was fine with that too. Yes, he would happily fall down to the deepest of hell; hand in hand with you, of course.