Shakespeare Sonnet
This is a sonnet and I don't think it is by Shakespeare though he did create the perfect sonnet according to history but here is Sonnet XXIII!
As an unperfect actor on the stage,
Who with his fear is put beside his part,
Or some fierce thing replete with too much rage,
Whose strength's abundance weakens his own heart;
So I, for fear of trust, forget to say
The perfect ceremony of love's rite,
And in mine own love's strength seem to decay,
O'ercharged with burthen of mine own love's might.
O! let my looks be then the eloquence
And dumb presagers of my speaking breast,
Who plead for love, and look for recompense,
More than that tongue that more hath more express'd.
O! learn to read what silent love hath writ:
To hear with eyes belongs to love's fine wit.
I looked back over Romeo and Juliet and noticed that there first conversation has something similar to this sonnet. Take a look!
Romeo
Juliet
If I profane with my unworthiest hand
This holy shrine, the gentle sin is this;
My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready to stand
To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss
Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much,
Which mannerly devotion shows in this;
For saints have hands that pilgrams' hands do touch
And palm to palm is holy palmer' kiss
Have saints lips, and holy palmers too?
Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.
O, then, dear saint, let lips so what hands do!
They pray; grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.
Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake.
Then move not while my prayer's effect I take
Thus from my lips, by thine my sin is purged.
Then have my lips the sin that they have took
Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly urged!
Give me my sin again.
You kiss by th' book.
*The Romeo and Juliet Sonnet I found in my copy of Shakespeare Romeo and Juliet on pages 30-31 from line 95-112 I don't own either of these sonnets.*