Shakespearean Sonnet By Matt Dumbroff

Seeing as we have just begun learning about Shakespeare, and his many works I thought it appropriate to write a sonnet in iambic pentameter just like that of Shakespeare's, using some of his most famous lines in an attempt to emulate his work.

Against the stormy gusts of winter’s day

I tell the day, to please him, thou art bright

And in mine own love’s strength seem to decay

Yet doth it steal sweet hours from love’s delight

Toward thee I’ll run, and give him leave to go

In so profound abysm I throw all care

That you yourself, being extant, well might show

If Time have any wrinkle graven there

If my dear love were but the child of state

Incapable of more, replete with you

Thus policy in love, t’anticipate

And I by this will be a gainer too

Her audit, though delay’d, answer’d must be

Without accusing you of  injury

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