Apparently I was the only one to use the Italian practice of two stanzas...one eight lines and the other six.
Your sonnet has inspired me. I'll try one more and take a bit more time at it......
A sonnet by Francis Bacon
Look in thy glass, and tell the face thou viewest
Now is the time that face should form another;
Whose fresh repair if now thou not renewest,
Thou dost beguile the world, unbless some mother.
For where is she so fair whose unear'd womb
Disdains the tillage of thy husbandry?
Or who is he so fond will be the tomb
Of his self-love, to stop posterity?
Thou art thy mother's glass, and she in thee
Calls back the lovely April of her prime:
So thou through windows of thine age shall see
Despite of wrinkles this thy golden time.
But if thou live, remember'd not to be,
Die single, and thine image dies with thee.
Bacon's work does have a certain Shakespearian ring to it. Is it possible that Will wrote it?
Thank you. Yes, poetry is my first love. Everytime something gets published it's kind of a secret delight for me. I have a small reputation in poetry circles, believe it or not!